Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

The harpy, the hellion; they would not arrive.
The two heads of hydra speak to her former kru, she understands, now;
but nevertheless, it would do her no good in lingering here;
nevermind that eyes of the enemy were not now upon them.

No—
for the sake of her brood, however further they might perhaps come to loathe her, Andraste must leave must leave must leave and
so she does; incensed by the queen's reasoning and her own; without airs of a personal gain or hoarding of this time spent on a goosechase.

No—
she melts through the mists with only a murmur to those who yet remain hunkered away with her,
and sleuths back to her Weald, as if she had ne'er accompanied the band at all. Her wolves would never see her again, were she to stay;
be they of her blood and bone, or now bound.

pass me by here on out <3