There is suffering in your past-your suffering, and the suffering of others.' The Guarding looks straight into my eyes. I see that the path that led you here was not easy. 'Before you go, there is something I must ask. 'You will undergo four tests of faith, and we shall see how your soul fares.' If not.' He lets the words hang in the air. If you are found worthy, you will see the Urn and be allowed to take a small pinch of the Ashes for yourself. 'It is not my place to decide your worthiness. 'You have come to honor Andraste, and you shall, if you prove yourself worthy.'
It's so strong I can just about smell it.' He mumbles.
'This mountain has veins of lyrium running all through it. Oghren coughs and takes a big sip out of the ale that he has on him. 'You already know that the Urn contains the remains of the prophet Andraste.' For years beyond counting have I been here, and shall I remain until my task is done and the Imperium has crumbled into the sea.' It has been my duty, my life, to protect the Urn and prepare the way for the faithful who come to revere Andraste. 'I bid you welcome, pilgrim.' The spirit speaks.
