Long Black Night, Morning Frost (смешанная)

She should have come up with a plan of what to say. “Loghain, we need to talk.”
He frowns harder. “That is… an odd way to begin. Very well, you have my attention.”
What is she going to say? What will convince him? I don’t want to die. She looks at his unlovely, heavy face and thinks, I don’t want you to die.
Dolores takes a deep breath. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
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Warden Amell, Morrigan, and Loghain, on the eve of battle.