I hate Bhelen, I hate Harrowmont, I hate Ruck. I especially hate Branka, and Hespith steals a chunk of my soul every time she turns away and doesn't let me put her out of her misery. I hate the carta, because they always die spread-eagled, facing my screen, and Jarvia has "plans" for my female Wardens.

Word! I've made it to end game with one of my *counts* seven chars (all human or elf), all the other's are stuck outside Orzammar. I loathe dwarven politics, Dust Town and the Carta and positively everything in the Deep Roads.

But you say there's a cure? Perhaps I should overcome my racial prejudice here and actually start a tough cookie dwarf. Could be interesting...

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