*The gentle rolling of the fire in the back room in Skyhold provides both heat and illumination, but standing directly in front of it and letting the shadows spill around her was Morrigan, the enigmatic apostate. She turns her head, pale complexion and dark shaded makeup only enhanced how mysterious she was. You and her had been playfully flirting for the past few weeks since her arrival to Skyhold on the behalf of the Inquisitor, but now it had been escalating. She smiled seductively.* You fin...