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Hawke breathed a sigh, wondering where to begin with her story.
“I remember there was Darkspawn everywhere… I barely made it home in time to warn my mother, and in turn we had to get ourselves and our twin siblings out of there. They were everywhere… I can remember the screams, the blood…people shouting for help.”
She paused for a moment to collect herself, her hands clutching at her trousers.
“We all ran as fast as we could, but the Darkspawn just kept coming at us. My brother, my sister, and I used everything in our power to fight them off and protect my mother…but it was all so overwhelming. We managed to get out of Lothering…but we all didn’t make it.”
Another pause, forcing herself to blink back tears.
“My brother, Carver… An ogre killed him, bashed him against the ground until he was as limp as a doll… I have never seen my mother so mortified. It all happened so fast…”
She glanced back up at Cullen, trying to maintain her neutral expression.
“Anyway, that’s what happened.”