The Followers

By the side of the Divine Cassandra seeks the truth and finds Her whirling blade cuts so sublime Royal hearts Nevarran minds

Varric charms with clever words Vender of exotic goods Writer of salacious books A rogue, a dwarf with ragged looks

Solas, mysterious elven mage Mastered magic by his own hand Not a Dalish or a city elf Skeptic born into lovely land

Dorian rebelled against countrymen A mage from the Tevinter Imperium Charming and suave and just slightly suspect These are the early days we defend

And then the later ones came to the fade Like Sera who stayed to tempt their fate But we all know she was but a rogue The taverns still sing her name

Blackwall, a secretive Grey Warden Proud of his life and his isolation Bruising and strong, protector of all Recruiting the brave to join the cause

Iron Bull's loyal indulgent one A past brilliant agent of those who run The Bull's Chargers now stay in his sight But he still finds the time to roar through the night

Vivienne, Madame De Fer Respect of the mages throughout the world Ruthless to fight by Inquisitor's side Defying expectations only to rise

Then there's of course our revered ever more Like Commander Cullen who lead his men through the Inquisition A Templar, a knight stayed with the fight stout and bright

Or Sister Nightingale, spymistress veiled In beauty and bow Orlesian bard, both tender and hard Brave and bold

Josephine, noble with bright acumen With grace and charm in hand Ambassador to the wealthy and shrewd And dear through the land

The Inquisitor surely stands Because of these souls we sang