Fiona has some research for you.

You spend some time on your throne, getting head and eating a sandwich. Your eating habits were a little messy as bits of crumbs fall on your cock-slut's head while she's working. At the same time, you had received word that Fiona, Grand Enchanter of the Circle of Magi, (well, former Grand Enchanter) wanted to see you about something. Being a lazy, fat slob of a Herald you summoned her to come down to you at your throne. You promptly finish the rest of your food.

Fiona was an elven woman from cities of Orlais. She was the first circle mage in the world to join the Grey Wardens and actually manage to leave them as well. You weren't sure what her age was but in appearance she looked no older than 30 years old. Underneath her mage robes you could tell that she possessed a very fine elven figure. She had brown hair in a pixie-cut that was brushed back; two pale green eyes and pointed ears. When she sees you, she bows, undisturbed by your exposed meat-log.

"Inquisitor, as you have requested I have found more research on the B'low Jyow'b Throne", she informs you, passing over a large tome of research to your hands.

"Fantastic. Thank you Fiona for your hard work", you tell her. A lot of the information in the book were things you already knew, but there were some interesting tidbits in here that you didn't know as well. You made sure to give the mages just enough information to work with so they wouldn't find out the true power that you sat upon everyday. Without realizing it, the mages in your employ had found a way to make the effects permanent so you could finally travel again if you wanted to... but then again, you were always a 'in-doors' kind of guy. Either way, the option to do this was available to you now.

Fiona stands there patiently, waiting for you to say something.

"Tell me Fiona... you rarely seem to ever leave the mage tower. Why is that?", You ask her.

She glances down to your sausage for a moment, "I'm sorry Inquisitor. It's just that I... I have an addictive personality. I worry if I come down here too often, I may never leave".

"An addictive personality to what exactly?", You ask again.

She licks her lips but quickly turns around, her face turning warm, "I am sorry Inquisitor, it's too... embarrassing to say. You see, before you arrived Gareon Alexius, the Tevinter mage, put me through some... trials. I've been combatting my desir- I mean! The trial's effects ever since". She turns back to face you, "even since you've been sitting on the throne and displaying your, umm... well, your power, I've been fighting some strong temptations. It's difficult to combat even in the mage's tower", she tells you.

You've seen the same kind of look in Cullen's eyes when he was overcoming his lyrium addiction.

You stand up and put a hand on Fiona's shoulder. "Of course I understand", you tell her reassuringly.