"I see."
Teren's eyes rove over the ballroom, failing to focus on any one specific mask or gown; they all start looking the same after a while, all a jostling for social power. She wonders how she ever managed to play the Game.
"So. Supporters of the Templar order, of Circles?" she prods, somewhat impartially. Mage politics aren't her forte, though she's learned more about them by virtue of knowing Anders.