Ghost Story

[Varric]

Oh? "What makes you say that? Both things that is; the magic and the death."

[GamesMaster]

"We've always had a problem with magic here. It's our curse, you see. Magic users go bad, real quick-like. Even taking a little, like that potion. She lost one babe, took to her bed to save the other, and it was born all strangled, cord around its neck and her own death to follow. Too much trust, too little sense. Not like divinity, where you can trust that a thing is good if it comes from a good person. Plenty of good people end up falling to the darkness around here. You'd do well to stay rid of magic. We're not Nyra, you  know."

[Varric]

No, that's for damn sure. "Shame. And a thing of pity, I would say. Especially for the babes. You mentioned something about the son dying?"

[GamesMaster]

"Yes, yes. When the Lord passed, everyone had gone on before. That's why they sold his estate, you know."

[Varric]

"Ah. So you're sure he died? Rhea wasn't certain of that. Or where he went."

[GamesMaster]

"Yes, yes. You should have heard Leandra carrying on about him. He must have died."

[Varric]

So that's a no, you're not sure. "I understand," Varric says with a nod. "What was he like? The son."

[GamesMaster]

"Carver? Bah. Angry. Always so angry. After his sister, nothing appeased him. Maybe that's why he turned to the dark arts, to appease that anger."

[Varric]

Varric blinks slowly. "Beg your pardon?"

[GamesMaster]

"Keep up, sonny. Carver met some untimely end in Nyra, probably  due to his rage."

[Varric]

"No, no, I get the being dead thing. What dark arts?"

[GamesMaster]

"Magic, of course."

[Varric]

"Got that part too. What makes you assume he took up magic?"

[GamesMaster]

"What else would break his poor mother's heart so?"

[Varric]

"Might have taken up with someone unsuitable," Varric offers. "Or maybe he wanted to take up the Adventurer's Life."