See also: Revered Mother Dorothea

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I remember...
A statue of Andraste. There were many, in both Orlais and Ferelden, but I had never held still long enough to really see one. The Chant of Light would have put my younger self to sleep, but the beauty and strength of that figure offered strange comfort. I was too foolish for revelation, but doubt would bring me back, and there would be no shortage of that.