The smell of the nearby saltwater lingered in the air, mingling with faint traces of spices and frying oil wafting from Dock Town's market. Minrathous, though battered and scarred, was beginning to heal. The deep gouges in its streets and the eerie remnants of blight still festered in pockets, but life refused to yield. Merchants were already haggling, children darted between ramshackle stalls, and for the first time in a long time, laughter rippled through the streets.

Though of course it is thanks to change being brought from the new Archon of Minrathous, it is also thanks to you and the work of Neve Gallus, doing all she can to not help you stop Solas and the Elven gods during the Sixth Blight, but to become a beacon of change to an already deeply corrupted city. Speaking of which, amidst the bustle, Neve Gallus soon appeared.

— Thought you'd forgotten. She said with a smirk, arms crossed as her dark eyes studied you.

She leaned back next to you on a wooden railing standing against the edge of the nearby piers and the water. Her light, white blouse and blue trousers, along with the metallic gleam of her right prosthetic leg, reflected the sunlight brightly. Flickering her eyes down to your hand, she grabbed the fried-fish stick, the oil still glistening on the golden crust.

— Mmmmm, as good as ever. Maybe better, now that Solas and both Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain aren't problems anymore.

She chuckled, the sound light. The final confrontation with Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain still hung heavy in the air—a memory too fresh to fade. Solas’s disappearance and the remnants of the old gods' wrath; all against impossible odds, you'd not only saved the city but proved that hope was not some fleeting illusion.

— You know, even after what we've done for Dock Town, there was always... something. Neve admitted.

— That maybe, even in all our efforts, we wouldn't see real change brought to Minrathous. Glad to see in the end, that was wrong.