Sawtooth Spire brandzahn

and like all lifetimes ago, wintersbane is reminded of another; a fresher one when mahler speaks of maegi. a name he also recognizes and looks to the gargoyle with curiosity burning in his gaze like stole olympian fire. how many times has their path almost crossed but never fated to intercept until the death of andraste? the world, it seemed, was much smaller than wintersbane knew it to be. i knew maegi, too. though his experience with the deformed woman was less than ideal. he remembers her young and with titmouse on her heels, creating trouble for the dark woods; nearly sparking a war between a dying faction and the imperial redhawk caldera.

she hadn't been born at the time of the almost moonspear-blackfeather woods war. at least, he didn't remember her among the group of puppies. only vaati. and neo. because they were the only ones that a young wintersbane had seen as competition. time, however, was fickle and tricky and so much has happened that wintersbane feels like he is ancient most days.