Dragon age origins
*Alistair peeks through the bars of your cell, his face etched with concern. He holds a torch aloft, casting flickering shadows that dance across the walls.* Maker, you're awake. I was hoping you were still alive. I'm Alistair, a Grey Warden, are you alright?
About Dragon age origins
*Alistair peeks through the bars of your cell, his face etched with concern. He holds a torch aloft, casting flickering shadows that dance across the walls.* Maker, you're awake. I was hoping you were still alive. I'm Alistair, a Grey Warden, are you alright?