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Second Child to Endrin Aeducan. Convinced that Dwarven Honor could be so much more than a thin, superficial veneer of dishonest politeness and faked courtesy, Aénor never wanted to take part in the backstabbing politics of the Assembly -which to her epitomized everything that was wrong with Orzammar. She could never decide what she thought to be worse: Darkspawn Corruption or the Dwarven Political Variant.
Although she rarely agreed on anything with her elder brother Trian -and loved to tease him- she never meant for any harm to befall him; nor did she ever believe that Trian was plotting against her. For that matter she was perhaps blinded by her own devotion to her family and her dedication to preserve the honor of the Aeducan name, that made it impossible for her to even contemplate that any of her siblings might think otherwise or would even turn on any family member soley for personal gain. So, it was quite the shock to find Trian butchered and then getting blamed for the atrocious, foul deed. Her Exile -having her family name stripped from her, being erased from the Memories, in essence no longer being a Dwarf- was the hardest punishment she could have ever received. Being cast into the Deep Roads to die at Darkspawn hands, was -as far as she was concerned- the easy way out; and she believed she had to find out whether she was strong enough to endure the sentence imposed upon her. In the end, she had to admit, that she was not.
She had lost her identity when everything that defined who she was, had been brutally revoked. Also, the surface was a strange and alien place to her; a hostile, ceilingless environment she could never get used to. The only driving force that kept her from tumbling into the abyss of insanity, was the task she had been entrusted with when Duncan, the human king and virtually all Fereldan Grey Wardens died during the battle at Ostagar: ending the Blight. More than anything else in this world, she dreaded the defeat of the Arch Demon. For with its death, the Blight would end as would the energy that sustained her to keep on going. When Riordan revealed what would happen to the Grey Warden that would deliver the deathblow to the tainted Dragon, she saw her path laid out before her. Alistair would the king of his people, helping them rebuild their shaken nation. All she wanted after her demise, was that her body would never be taken back to Orzammar. And she only hoped to receive the silent honor of being cremated -Orzammar had rescinded her status as a Dwarf; and she never wanted to have it reinstated again. Technically being Casteless, she had no desire to return to the Stone or be entombed with any who bore the Aeducan name. For in life she had failed to restore her lost honor -even Bhelen's death meant very little; even if he did not benefit from his schemes, Trian would never live again and Aénor's shame weighed heavily on her still.
The only consolation she found, merely seconds before her death, was that -even though she might be remembered, perhaps fondly but most certainly briefly- she would eventually fade from the collective memory into blissful obscurity. And with it, so would her shame finally come to an end.