In fairness to Bellamy, (and she does believe in fairness, despite mutterings otherwise) Leliana can appreciate some degree of his ire. Everything he has said, his apparent knowledge of her and his tone smacks of history. She'll give you whatever titles she's claiming, and whatever story. It makes her wonder quite what manner of dissection this meeting will require.

The silence draws out, once Bellamy is quite finished with his move across the room. An attendent appears with wine, and only two cups, one poured for each of the visitors. "For the pain," Leliana eventually states without sparing the wine a look, or the attendent. It is another matter of curiosity, if people drink or not.

"How does an Avvar Commander come to be so known to a Templar of the Free Marches?" She says, voice soft.