Sran dregnnu sran freowynmen dren. Danalden, bekenn Andraste, bekenn Aewarkar, mefeindreth best sa. Matte lyntenne dan aternan, dan ternan, dan svern tie yraforn tie fuiln benueth veit. Lyntenne neln fraforn krimmueth sran trelan, aetadyrn tie sran koku aegueth, tie brathun beidueth sran dregnnu forhaldis ate. Lyntenne sran dregn bredueth ath hallsordren tie bratsordren tie vighsordren, tie braeban kaethueth ath sran dregn dren tefrafar gothen.
Na sran braelan homneth aedante. Brathunmen awaelneth, aetadyrnmen tie sran kokumen alathneth, grelefen grataneth. Drenmen ottinneth kaen sran talan millan sran stefnsyn, leth se vithsorneth, a mesfren dan braelanesse fuiln befaelsorneth. Lathnetten, tie bye ottnenmyn ost skommen.
Sran vaegann dan lyntenne tie dregn sveneth lor. A tae homost, sran gannedu dan ftraelin evin, me jorn sran brathun beidist, me jorn kaen daenne tie yraforn homist festis tan ate. A tae homost thi ottin sran bledanmyn warksanast. Tae baehsost fyr raethn svemasan aewarkas san raekan aedante.
Dregn neln graennemyn alathneth, tie far hald wen sran stalenansyn benneth raekan. Neln stansyn, dregnnu min lynneth.
The wolves were our allies. In the old days, before Andraste, before the Maker, we knew this to be so. But man grew tired of the chase, the hunt, the truth of fang and steel and blood. Man put seeds in the ground, tended cattle and chickens, and built fences to keep the wolves away. Man bred hounds that would heel and sit and obey, and told himself that the hounds were just as good.
Now the darkspawn come again. They break our fences, kill our cattle and chickens, burn our crops. Our dogs cower with tails between their legs, or if they fight, they fall to the poison of darkspawn blood. We are dying, and I am shamed by my cowardice.
The ways of man and hound are not enough. I come to you, spirits of the old forest, I who built fences, I who came with fire and steel to drive you away. I come to you because fear has made my arms weak. I ask you for unforgiving rage to make them strong again.
Kill the hound in my heart, and grow strong from the meat on its bones. In its place, give me the wolf.
-- Words caught in the bloody ripples of ancient water in the Fade, somehow remembered. (A Plea from a Warrior to the Spirits)
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