"You know Andraste's old mabari. He don't show up in the chant. And if you ask those holy sisters, Well, they'll say Andraste can't Have had some big old smelly wardog. But all Ferelden knows it right: Our sweet Lady needed someone Who would warm her feet at night.
And there's Andraste's mabari By the Holy Prophet's side. In the fight against Tevinter, That dog would never hide. They say the Maker sent him special, Always loyal, without pride, So he could be the sworn companion Of the Maker's Holy Bride.
Oh, that dog, he guards Andraste Without arrogance or fear, Only asking of his mistress Just a scratch behind the ears. But then old Maf'rath gets to plotting, Tries to lure that dog away. But even as they trap the Prophet, Her mabari never strays.
[Is the song that is coming up over the snowy rise, as some sort of ... amazing wagon comes up the snowy path. There's a hooded man singing from the driver's seat, driving of course with one hand and the other on a bottle of something that has to be liquor or he wouldn't be singing so loudly and in such a base tone.
A singing that stops when the driver spots the crouching man in the snow, and a male voice calls out, accented heavily.] Ho there, friend! You sick? Or are you a clever bandit?
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He don't show up in the chant.
And if you ask those holy sisters,
Well, they'll say Andraste can't
Have had some big old smelly wardog.
But all Ferelden knows it right:
Our sweet Lady needed someone
Who would warm her feet at night.
And there's Andraste's mabari
By the Holy Prophet's side.
In the fight against Tevinter,
That dog would never hide.
They say the Maker sent him special,
Always loyal, without pride,
So he could be the sworn companion
Of the Maker's Holy Bride.
Oh, that dog, he guards Andraste
Without arrogance or fear,
Only asking of his mistress
Just a scratch behind the ears.
But then old Maf'rath gets to plotting,
Tries to lure that dog away.
But even as they trap the Prophet,
Her mabari never strays.
[Is the song that is coming up over the snowy rise, as some sort of ... amazing wagon comes up the snowy path. There's a hooded man singing from the driver's seat, driving of course with one hand and the other on a bottle of something that has to be liquor or he wouldn't be singing so loudly and in such a base tone.
A singing that stops when the driver spots the crouching man in the snow, and a male voice calls out, accented heavily.] Ho there, friend! You sick? Or are you a clever bandit?