The magic worked! I banished the dragon's essence to the Fade, but the enchantment was imperfect and the bond between spirit and physical body remained. The beast lay dormant long enough for me to rip her apart and scatter her about the marsh. That should suffice for now. Had the spell failed, I would have perished. What was I thinking, working untried magic on such powerful beast? Ah, hindsight. So I saved this soggy cesspit. I don't know what that proves, but these are my lands now, and Orlais must not see me as a failure. —From the journal of the baroness of the Blackmarsh