[Iona laughs. She can’t help it. What she usually does is kind of a lot. Can she lie? She should probably lie. Because the truth is... ridiculous.

She goes with the truth, though. It’s easier. And it’s not like she’s ashamed of any of it. She’s just aware of how it sounds to anyone not actually from Thedas. She’ll leave out the whole accidental religious figure bit, though.] That is... a complicated question. Fighter, yes. That’s a part of it.

Recently I’ve been serving as the leader of an organization whose primary goal currently is saving the bloody world. Fighting a war against a psychopath with delusions of godhood. That I’m... uniquely qualified to battle.

[Which is putting it mildly. She’s rather thankful that the green glow of the Anchor is hidden under her usual fingerless gloves. It’s easier to avoid the questions and explanations as to how she ended up with a magical artefact branded to her hand.

At least she knows how it happened for herself, now. Even if it doesn’t help matters much.]