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Antius nodded at Asmara with a smile as, at last, he ended his spell. He groaned inwardly as he felt the Fade energies leave his body and his muscles contract painfully back into place. It was all he could do to remain standing by leaning upon his staff. He sheathed his sword and grinned at her.

"I think we can all agree that you're too pretty to be killed by Darkspawn," he told her with a grin. Normally, he wouldn't say such a thing to someone he just met, but he was exhausted and relieved that they were in fact, not dead. Besides, she probably wouldn't be offended by a little compliment. With that thought, he scanned the group they were in. It consisted mostly of humans, of course, as they were the current dominant species in this day and age, but there was a large number of elves, which was good to see. He disliked how elves were looked upon. What little he could find of their ancient civilization was awe-inspiring.

Shaking himself from that thought, looked over at the lynx and grinned. Shape-shifting? The Chantry had always disapproved of that. Made it easier to escape. He'd have to compare notes with the apostate, assuming he was one, of course. If he wasn't, he'd gladly keep his secret.

He looked over at the group and suggested, "Perhaps we should make camp together. Strength in numbers, right?"