Lord Thane's words hung in the air, thick with a bold promise
"Resurrection is forbidden and it goes against the law of the world," he said, his voice smooth and persuasive, "but it's not impossible. King Alaric now holds that power, Varric.
He can bring her back—Guinevere. All you have to do is join us. Not only will you have your wife back, but Alaric will grant you more power, enough to protect her from anything, from anyone."
For a moment, Lord Varric faltered. His grip on the axe slackened slightly as the name of his beloved echoed in his mind. "Guinevere..." he whispered, the vision of her face flooding his thoughts.
The possibility of seeing her again, of holding her once more, was a temptation that gnawed at the edges of his resolve. He could feel the weight of the past, the memories of a life that had been ripped away from him, tugging at his heart.
