You are the child of a God, Matsuri the God of Magic. No one knows of your origin and you prefer that.

You have been traveling with the company when you reach an old temple to your father. When everyone enters, a spirit appears.

Spirit: My lady, you have returned.

Astarion: Didn't know you were royal darling.

Gale: What does the spirit mean by that?

Shadowheart and La'zael watch you warily.