His wrist was taken. He blinked. And then he was following along, because apparently that was what was happening now. "I, um. I found out about a talking Darkspawn magister thing. Called Corypheus. Kept in a prison for a few hundred years? And I had to wonder why he was imprisoned instead of killed, and then I kind of figured that he must have some kind of Archdemon power. And it turns out that... well. He got loose.

"And he blew up the Divine.

"And Haven.

"And the Wardens helped him."