The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

last from me!

And so it was:
the harpy and hellion, sundered; and when a fourth contender arrived, the sybil found it favorable then and there to away from the scene. As silvery as the spectre she prayed to remain the guise of, Andraste hastened with the strider's reaching she'd been blest with; still yet retained in the stilted lines of willow-gaunt figure. Fairylight; flitting away away away and to the only place where further aid might be acquired; those who might be able to protect her hatchlings in sureity, nevermother that she had become.

She might still yet provide.