this place, it cursed

Rezaren: Welcome, Spirit of Wisdom.

Memory: Rezaren Ammosine, Magister of the Tevinter Imperium. I am called Memory, and I have observed all things in this place since its founding, in service of Tevinter.

Rezaren: Then perhaps you remember the creation of this?

Memory: The Circulum! The last and greatest work of Magister Amelia Pavus. Yet, I sense it has never been used.

Rezaren: No. It was lost in the scuffle of politics and history.

Memory: But you intend to use it now?

Rezaren: I might, but times have changed. I will not kill one person to resurrect another. I need a way to use the Circulum without spilling blood.

Memory: Be wary, Magister. Many before you have sought to bring back the dead, and failed. By name and by nature, mortals are doomed to die. And nothing goes against nature without consequence.

Rezaren: Just because something hasn't been done doesn't mean it can't be done. And Magisters don't frighten easily.

Memory: True, but you do not comprehend the full danger of this artifact. Power like this draws many eyes. Should the Circulum go to the one that seeks it, all of Tevinter will burn.

Tassia: Who else wants this artifact?

Memory: (pained) Revealing that would be unwise.

Rezaren: We didn't ask what you thought, spirit. [casting a spell to force an answer] Tell us who else wants the Circulum!

Memory: (strained) You dare command me, like some common shade?

Rezaren: [continuing to force it] I summoned you, and you will answer!

Memory: (corrupting) Beware, boy. Memory unheeded can only become enmity.

Rezaren: [continuing to force it] Answer the question, spirit!

Tassia: Rezaren, careful. I think... I think it might transform. Great, now we've got to deal with a demon. 

Rezaren: Spirit or demon, it still can't cross the circle.

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