(closed) some days I don't know if I am wrong or right

[fightingale]

WHO: Cassandra, Gavin & Leliana; closed
WHAT: interview chat times
WHEN: I think backdated a little, specifics to be confirmed
WHERE: A room adjacent to the dungeons
NOTES: I'LL DO THIS LATER but also don't try to write logs while listening to kpop, the urge to dance makes productivity really hard

The need to speak with Gavin and see him released had already been a pressing matter, and her brief conversations with Maxwell and Sina had only served to compound the fact that the scout needed to be released sooner, rather than later - so too with Galadriel, and perhaps that was a matter that would come up, although Leliana found herself rather suspecting that was not the case. One thing at a time.

She has asked Cassandra to meet her to interview Gavin and see to his release, and a guard to collect him. The room is adjacent to the dungeons, but not in the dungeons themselves, well lit, and while it couldn't really be called welcoming or comfortable, it certainly does better than the dungeons on both counts. (The guard is ordered to be especially polite in cold, quiet tones, and even if one would hope that is the standard for all Inquisition agents, it never hurts to be thorough.)

There is a table in the centre of the room, and Leliana stands with her back to one of the corners, hands behind her back, expression difficult to read at best. When the guard ushers in Gavin, Leliana nods for him to release the shackles on his wrists that were required to bring him hence from the dungeon (standard protocol) and looks between he and Cassandra both.

"Thank you both for meeting with me. We have a good deal to talk about, the three of us," she starts, rather evenly. Galadriel, Gavin himself and his actions, his release. As a scout, Gavin fell under her authority, and in essence that meant that his insubordination had been against her as much as the Inquisition itself, for all that she agreed with the sentiment behind it. "Shall we start with why you are here? Scout Ashara, do you understand why you were imprisoned?"

It can be interesting to hear explanations on such things, from time to time.

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[slipshot]

Gavin was well known among the Scouts to be rambunctious, always laughing, with a story or a joke always at hand, and a grin nearly perpetually on his lips.

That was not the elf that sat before them today.

Gavin hadn't seen a bath, or sunlight, in weeks, and he followed the guard with a meek subserviance, his ears drooped low, his back slouched. It didn't matter if the guard was polite or not - he responded to everything in the same way. Any order given, he took, and he sat down carefully, shackled hands before him. At least, until they took the shackles away. The only indication he gave of being glad for that was a slightly worried expression as he glanced at the guard, as if they were tricking him into trying to escape.

He wouldn't give in to it.

He looked at the two woman who he had sworn to serve and looked vaguely ill - his normally well tanned skin tinting green.

"Yes," he said finally, when Leliana asked him a question. He met her eyes, but the ears were still drooped. "I was derelict of duty, broke direct orders not to see or speak to the prisoner, destroyed property, and attempted to kidnap the prisoner."

The prisoner. Not Galadriel. Because if he said her name, his voice would waver and break and then he'd be lost.