En Garde (смешанная)

For anyone who thinks that living in Thedas would actually be pleasant, I'm here to tell you that it's anything but. You don't realize how much you take for granted until its all been stripped away, when dodging slavers and Templars becomes part of your daily routine. When every step outside of your door carries the risk that you won't be making it back that night, when each time you sleep voices beg you to let them in. When your suddenly pointed ears mark you for harassment on the good days, and attempted murder on the bad ones.
All I want is to go home, and I've got a plan. If anyone knows how I got here, how to send me home, it's the two gods that are still running around. Even better, I know exactly where one of them will be in the year after the Fifth Blight. All I need to do is find Hawke and follow them around until it's time to get Mythal out of her little gem, and then see what kind of deal I'll need to make to get out of there.
I thought it was a good plan.
Then everything went catastrophically wrong.