Sawtooth Spire Minuet

wintersbane listens to reiko's words; half paying attention, half haunted. i understand. the warrior supplies when it appears to him the gargoyle is done speaking. and yet, he finds it a bit strange ...for her to approach them with the proposition of alliance but not have anything prepared. currently, her empire is nothing more than a hope; a fledgling not yet ready to take flight. she speaks more of the grave then and wintersbane can only assume that their talk of alliance has been halted to be revisited at a later date.

he doesn't know how to tell her that he won't visit it without it sounding as callous as it does in his head.

in truth, he wants nothing to do with northstar vale.

thank you for the offer but i'd rather not visit it. andraste was nothing but decaying flesh and rotting bones. he knows from experience that visiting her grave will do nothing but pick at wounds freshly scarred. it will bring him no solstice; no guidance.

perhaps we should revisit this when your empire is established? he suggests a bit more curtly than he means; wanting to be anywhere else but here.