Hot, angry tears trail down her face as Duncan stumbles around, and stares up...at the blazing beacon. "That's a damn accurate way to put it. If they want me to hate them, well, mission fucking accomplished." Kicking her right in her sore spot, one made worse by seeing the event for herself, the fall of the two first men who had ever been kind to her.

She takes a few steps...and everything blurs. When scene clears, they're standing in the hall where the Landsmeet is held. The nobles, and soldiers have cleared the center of the room, leaving that for Loghain...and for the Grey Warden. Alistair, Leliana, and the others observe from the sides as well, their gaze as anxious as Queen Anora's.

"Finally!" Aren narrows her eyes at the man, raising her blades. She wouldn't mind dueling him again.