You've been gone too long

Lana snorted. Of course she did not speak with me first. Her arse would be flying right back through an Eluvian if she'd come 'round here. The way she's been lately. She curled her lip slightly, then shook her head. To say the women were on ill terms might have been an understatement. As much as she loved and cherished the woman she called sister, that did not mean they always got on swimmingly.

A shrug. I've not heard word on Kieran in months. If Morrigan's been there, though, I'm certain he's fine. After a pause, she added: Which is more can be said for the rest of Orlais. Lana waved her hand slightly, another shake of her head. Blight took nearly all of it. And none of my scouts have been able to penetrate the overwhelming darkness to find the archdemon.

Despite the casual manner in which she fell back into talking shop with Loghain, she still felt uneasy about the whole thing. It wasn't normal for a once dead man to suddenly be up and walking. Or talking. Especially with, evidently, all his faculties about him.

We've another witch about. After Morrigan is brought to healers to be observed, I should like for you to meet her. While Lana did not know the witch as well as she liked to think she knew Morrigan... she knew it would not hurt to have another daughter of Flemeth lay eyes upon the walking dead. Perhaps she'd sus out more than Lana herself could if foul play were at hand.