MAY 42 BE WITH YOU

Alistair – “A…a baby? But how. Okay, yes I know the one bit of mine and the other bit of yours that had to be sort of mashed together. Repeatedly. Which is probably going to get my butt lightinged and all… So it’s real? A real, really real baby? Maker’s breath. I’m going to faint.”

Zevran – “You’re with child? Even after employing our impenetrable defenses? No doubt it is my doing, I was the one to suggest we try the coiled serpent after all. Well, what do you wish to do?”

Anders – “Truly? I’d never imagined, but… This is a blessing. A child of ours shall one day shatter the grip of the templars upon our people!”

Fenris – *Storms off to the Wounded Coast for a week* *returns in a huff* “Very well. What now?”

Cullen – “We’re going to have a…a small, fragile infant. We require a cradle immediately! Bassinet, booties, and hats for the babe. I shall have to fortify the stairs in your room lest it fall down them.”