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Morrigan's lips pulled into a dangerous smile, Magic is something I know well, child. I grew up breathing in magic to clear my lungs of cough, with a mother who trained me as she trained every other daughter before me. And this was perhaps why Morrigan was so disappointed in her daughter. She did not live up to the expectations of a witch of the wilds.

Morrigan still had not told the stranger her name, had not introduced herself. And as she stepped over the body of a darkspawn, she held out a hand. My name is Morrigan. She paused, waiting to see if there was recognition of her name.

She was famous for her aid in the fifth Blight, she was famous in Orlais for being the first mage advisor with power over the court. She'd shown back up to aid the Inquisition, when it had finally become relevant to her.

Witch of the Kocari Wilds. That, at the very least would earn recognition. The Witches of the Wilds were fairy tale and legend, and truth at times. Flemeth had been real, after all. She wondered what fairy tales the Antivan's told their children.