"The Archdemon..." Here, she paused, trying to find the right words. Unconsciously, she reached up for the scar on her back, fingers lingering on her shoulder. It looked like she was trying to rub her neck, though her gaze was distant, distracted. "The Old Gods call to those who will listen, creatures like the darkspawn. They call for freedom, or so they say. That, or the darkspawn can sense the power they hold and dig to find them. Once tainted, then the Archdemon controls them, giving them orders through thought. It's...like a song." A terrible one, hypnotic and beautiful. She still remembered what it felt like to be so close to one, to feel that song engulf her and nearly snuff out her life as its soul passed through her.

As for his question about the Wardens, she could only shake her head. "That's a secret for us to keep. It's not simply that we can kill gods but merely that we can keep a tainted god from respawning."