"The Veil, presumably," Alleyana slipped the edge of her sleeve back down into the bracer of her gauntlet again, over the stone. "It's what Corypheus called it and it stuck, although... I think Solas may have always just called it the mark, now that I think about it."

Huh.

Well, 'Anchor' worked just fine in her mind. It had certainly felt like one, dragging at crooked and damaged bones and sinew as it lit her on fire from within.

"You wanna go to a bar or something, if we're going to keep chatting? Feels weird having this kind of discussion standing around outside the Bay."