"I had a mabari once. I mentioned she was taken from us, did I not? This was when Orlais still ruled, and it was an Orlesian lordling who took her. I tried to keep her, but there was little I could do. It was six months before we saw her again. The Orlesian returned her—and when I say “returned,” I mean “pushed her out of his wagon.” She was skin and bone, and still carried the scars from where their pronged collars bit into her neck. She never quite recovered. She passed away after a week. It was as though she held on long enough to come home to us. I held her head in my lap, and I believe she died happy."