Those decrying our ambitions to reclaim our lands decry history. What was not once under the watchful eye of the Archons, the wisdom of the true Divine, or the justice of the Magisterium? Idle Orlais, graceless Ferelden, even vain Antiva were ours in ages past. Tevinter’s imprint is present in every corner of their degenerate cultures, whether it be music, poetry, architecture, mathematics, or any art that stirs the human spirit. Were our empire to stretch its arms again, this tide of southern decadence would, at last, be stoppered and corrected by the superior minds of the Imperium.
- This text can be found in the Venatori camp in the Western Approach, in the region behind the Gates of Andoral. Turn right from the camp that can be built after Coracavus and go to the first tent.