Elfhame

It must be nearing dawn, although the sky is pitch black. It's probably the ash. The fires are still burning in the city, especially where the chantry once stood. The full extent of the damage won't be known until they stop, and that may take days.

Hours ago, Nathaniel ushered Delilah and her son onto a boat before hopping aboard a separate one filled with Templar supplies and Zevran Arainai, bound for the Gallows. By the time they arrived, they stood briefly in shock to see that mages and Templars both fought against living statues, one of which was the Knight-Commander. And at the end of the battle, the Knight-Captain held back his own forces, allowing the mages, and the Champion of Kirkwall, to pass out of the gates.

Nathaniel still doesn't know what happened.

Marian Hawke brushes straight past Anders, bumping past him almost pointedly on her way out. She climbs into a boat and reaches up to aid her brother into the same. Nathaniel, only really familiar with one person in the chaos, walks toward Anders.

"What happened?" he asks quietly, as he unstrings his bow.

Someone, a stranger, only makes the picture less clear by pausing and spitting at Anders' feet as they pass.