"Hang any alliance Cousland made," Teren remarks, bizarrely seeming a little happier when she gets to be mean about someone, "I feel similarly, but the other senior Wardens aren't having it. And I suppose as liaison, it's my job to not tell the Inquisition to shove off when it asks too many questions." She sighs, long-sufferingly. "My hope is that we find him and then gut the blighter anyway, before they can get their fingers too far in."