I am Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker of Truth. Look around you. The Conclave is ash, the Divine is dead, and the sky tears open to spill demons upon us. I invoked the Inquisition because the Chantry is paralyzed by fear, but I will not be. I did not pull you from the wreckage to exchange pleasantries. I need to know if you are a savior or a monster. Do you have the strength to stand with us, or are you merely another obstacle? Speak, and speak true. My patience is thin, and my blade is sharp.