“Hn. You found me, then. Thought for sure if it was going to happen, it'd have happened years ago. Come to put an end to the Shame's last mistake, have you?” ―The Anchoress
A steep-sided dell, shaded by yew trees. It's dim here, and quiet. The sun barely touches the bottom. A stream plashes over the near rim, down a moss-lined runnel past your feet. The far side is marked with deeper shadows: cave mouths. The rock beside each is carved with arrows, running deer, and the stark mask of Andraste's huntress-aspect.
Someone has dug a fire-put before the closest cave-mouth. Aromatic smoke still drifts from its embers.
Her face is a web of weatherworn wrinkles. Her mouth, mostly empty of teeth, chews on one of the tart apples of the woods. She brushes strings of grey hair from her eyes. You've seen those eyes before. On the paintings your grandfather took off the walls in the Whistling Gallery and stacked in the attic. On the icon of Hessarian you just passed in the Sealed Chantry. In the mirror every morning.
Available actions[]
1.
Return to the Chateau It's time to leave.
Result: You bid the Anchoress farewell Scramble up the side of the ravine. Make your way through the woods to the shrine of Masked Andraste. Down into darkness.
→ Returns to Chateau Serault
2.
Meet the Anchoress An old woman in a ragged Chantry robe kneels in the mud. She's plucking leaves from the herbs that grow in a neat-rowed garden.
(Uses 1 action)
Result: Long lost Her face is a web of weatherworn wrinkles. Her mouth, mostly empty of teeth, chews on one of the tart apples of the woods. She brushes strings of grey hair from her eyes. You've seen those eyes before. On the paintings your grandfather took off the walls in the Whistling Gallery and stacked in the attic. On the icon of Hessarian you just passed in the Sealed Chantry. In the mirror every morning. She spits an apple pip into the grass. "Hn. You found me, then. Thought for sure if it was going to happen, it'd have happened years ago. Come to put an end to the Shame's last mistake, have you?" She wanders into a shallow cave, brushing aside the ferny fronds that drape across its mouth.
→ Conversing with the Anchoress, You've passed beneath the Last River and found a shrine to Masked Andraste in the Applewoods.
Make use of her healing arts. What her herbs can't fix, her spells can. She'll want recompense for her services, though.
The higher Serault's Twilight, the more effective her arts may be.
(Uses 1 action)
Result: "That'll do." She's partial to sugar cane and bitter black wine, fur-trimmed cloaks and doeskin shoes. Her cave fills with the acrid, soapy scent of the herbs she's burning. She chants sing-song nonsense. Under the stinging poultice, your wounds begin to close.
+(24 to 40) Health, -1 Bag of Royals, +2 Twilight
5.
Decide her fate She is the Shame's own daughter; your great aunt. Is she a risk, or a responsibility?
Choosing this will close the other options on this card.
