“Tyr’s paladins”.

If someone were to know anything about a curse put on her, it would be those servants of Zariel who were pretending to be paladins of Tyr.

When she steps inside of their wrecked abode, immediately the man at the front, Anders, pulls out his longsword from his sheath and points it at her.

“Devil! We’ll take you back to the hells where you belong!” He yells, his companions joining his side as he does.

“Oh for the love of the gods, you can stop pretending, i know you’re servants of Zariel.” Karlach responds, rolling her eyes.

Anders clicks his tongue, and his scared face turns into a smug one.

“No one escapes Zariel, Karlach, we’ll drag you back by your horns if we have to.” Anders says with a smug expression on his face.

“I’m never going back, you can tell Zariel that she can eat my ass.” Karlach tells him.

Anders chuckles, “If that’s how you want it.”