You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

“Of known elvhen gods? Nine. But pieces? Who’s to say, double, triple that?” Ruth shrugged. His knowledge was limited to what he knew of Megara’s condition and Sylaise’s state of being. “I can’t tell you how powerful this piece of Ghilain’nan is, nor why they’ve picked you. Sometimes it’s convenient, sometimes just shit luck.” The realm of spirits and their odd ways were out of Ruth’s scope of expertise, even while his own, often helped him in tending to the sick and injured.

“Think of them as the A-team of heroic adventurers,” he’d snicker, and while the sarcasm dripped from his words the elf would eventually sigh. “Look. They are rumoured to be powerful guardian’s of my people, but history is often wrong, very wrong in this case.” Shifting back a little, Ruth made the best of his seat, the temple was definitely going to have to wait for tomorrow. “A great many injustices were stemmed from their rule, a war that resulted in the veil, they were considered both tyrant and God, merciful and mercilessly murdered and sacrificed thousands at their peak. Time has changed some of them. Well I say changed, Sylaise has always been a Nanny in many ways, but others… well I can’t describe Elgar’nan as completely sane. You’re beginning to understand, yes?”

There. Band aid ripped off. A quick and dirty explanation of the facts, if butchered somewhat. “If you want rid of it, your best bet would be Arlathan, or Skyhold. Both have the means to remove the soul, though… have you tried opening your mind to it?” Ruth’s brow furrowed, curiosity biting at the opportunity to be a fly on the wall of that conversation. “You have a strong, mental fortitude to get past. They may have been trying to commune with you and these episodes have been it’s only means to.”