The darkspawn walks slowly, so slowly it could be argued he doesn't move at all. Yet the feeling of dread, thick in the air (at least, in Jone's fevered mind) spurs movement. He must be coming. He must be coming for her.

Jone tries to answer, but the crackle of fire overwhelms her voice for that moment. She's not sure what she's trying to say. Not even the echoes will tell her.

The only word that makes it out is, "revenge."