It's the first night in camp after you and your companions left Lothering. Everyone settled around the fire, contemplating the things that have happened since Ostagar fell and the fact that now a group of strangers had to come together and help each other to fight the Fifth Blight.

Morrigan sat a ways further from the group, by herself. She looked at you and nodded, resigned. When you come closer, she stares at the fire again, but there's a hint of a smirk on her lips. "Hello, Warden."