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~*~ A flood of cool hush filled the grand audience chamber of the Brecilian Ruins. Zathrian and The Lady of the Forest had perished when the curse was lifted, since both of their life forces were bound to it. The humans that were formally the remaining werewolves had no wish to linger, reasonably fearful of Dalish hunters set to be on their heals for revenge. While most of the members of their group combed the area for valuables, Aithne stayed in the chamber to reflect quietly, as she stared down at the pool of water that surrounded the base of a grand oak tree, watching the leaves that had dropped onto its surface dance with the currents of gentle ripples. Did I make the right choice? She asked the Maker in her heart, hoping that He would let her know in some way that she had. Urging Zathrian to end the curse seemed to be the moral choice, but would it cost them the