...all my flowers are dead

Devera watched the hulking beast, a darkspawn that had no name to her, but to this man and the wardens it did have a name. Hurlock. She committed this to memory, grinning as he asked if she'd like to have some fun.

Well, they certainly have similar beliefs in what fun was. Yes. She stated, fire licking at her finger tips. She was much more skilled with other elements, but she didn't feel like display that. Nor did she wish to draw attention to herself from the constable.

She was just a normal grey warden.

Just a normal mage.

Yes, yes.

Normal.