Companions chords

[A]By the side of the Di[E]vine
Cassandra seeks the truth and [A]finds
Her whirring blade cuts so sub[D]lime
[A]Royal [D]hearts, [E]Nevarran [A]minds

[A]Varric charms with clever [E]words
Vendor of exotic [A]goods
Writer of salacious [D]books
[A]A rogue, a [D]dwarf with [E]ragged [A]looks

[A]Solas, mysterious elven [E]mage
Mastered magic by his own [A]hand
Not a Dalish or a city [D]elf
[A]Skeptic [D]born into [E]lovely [A]land

[A]Cole, a spirit of compas[E]sion
A helpful and loyal compa[A]nion
Strange and distant though he may [D]seem
He'll [A]make you for[D]get that it's [E]not just a [A]dream

[A]Dorian rebelled against [E]countrymen
A mage from the Tevinter [A]Imperium
Charming and suave and just slightly su[D]spect
[A]These are the [D]early [E]days we [A]defend

[F#m]And then the [D]later ones [A]came to the fade
Like [F#m]Sera who [D]stayed to [A]tempt their fate
[F#m]But we all [D]know she [A]was but a rogue
The [Bm]taverns still sing her [E]name

[F#m]Blackwall, a [D]secretive [A]Grey Warden
[F#m]Proud of his [D]life in [A]isolation
[F#m]Bruising and [D]strong, pro[A]tector of all
Re[Bm]cruiting the brave to [E]join the cause

[F#m]Iron Bull's [D]loyal in[A]dulgent one
A [F#m]past brilliant [D]agent of [A]those who run
The [F#m]Bull's Chargers [D]now [A]stay in his sight
But he [Bm]still finds the time to [E]roar through the night

[F#m]Vivienne, Ma[D]dame De [A]Fer
Res[F#m]pect of the [D]mages through[A]out the world
[F#m]Ruthless to [D]fight by In[A]quisitor's side
De[Bm]fying expectations [E]only to rise

[C#m]Then there's of course our re[F#]vered ever more

Like Co[B]mmander Cul[E]len who [G#m]lead his [F#]men
Through the [E]Inquisi[F#]tion
A [B]Templar, a [E]knight, he [G#m]stayed with the [F#]fight
[E]Stout [F#]and [B]bright

Or [B]Sister Nigh[E]tingale, [G#m]spymistress [F#]veiled
In [E]beauty and [F#]bow
Or[B]lesian [E]bard, both [G#m]tender and [F#]hard
[E]Brave [F#]and [B]bold

[B]Josephine, [E]noble with [G#m]bright [F#]acumen
With [E]grace and charm in [F#]hand
Am[B]bassador [E]to the [G#m]wealthy and [F#]shrewd
And [E]dear [F#]through the [B]land

The In[E]quisitor [F#]surely [B]stands
Be[E]cause of these [F#]souls we [B]sang