Sawtooth Spire the art of war is of vital

have you faired well since her passing?

for a long moment, wintersbane doesn't answer. he isn't sure how to ...at least, not without sounding callous. ❝would you believe me if i told you that andraste was not the first woman i loved that i have lost?❞ for a moment, his glacial gaze studies the vast stretch of the wilds yawning before them in the distance. ❝her name was relmyna and she was my first love.❞ not his first crush, mind. no, that belonged to hydra ( whom is thankfully still living ).

❝that doesn't make losing andraste easier but...❞ but i am equipped to deal with it better. ❝i can't help but think that i'm cursed.❞ despite the sincerity of his words he lets out a low, perhaps mirthless chuckle. ❝perhaps it's time i realize that love is not meant to be in the cards for me.❞ wintersbane says with a slightly sardonic twist of his lips. children, yes; but never love. never marriage.