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WHO: Nerva Lecuyer and literally anyone who wants in on the fun
WHAT: A Templar escorting two Tranquil arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: From nowish and open to people as they come back from the Mire
WHERE: The courtyard
NOTES: lots of hatred

It was incredibly cold, and getting colder, but the deep fur cloak around her shoulders insulated her armour and kept most of the wind off, so it was bearable. Her charges, however - two Tranquil that she had rescued as she fled from the Templars - were difficult. They would not mind the cold even if it was killing them, so she had to be extra vigilant in checking them over for frostbite every night that they made camp. When they finally made it to Skyhold, her soul was as exhausted as her body, and she only made a very cursory introduction before pleading for a place to lay her head, and for protection for the Tranquil. Once she had both, she slept for a long time.

The next morning was bright and clear, and the air felt warmer in the castle despite the early winter that stormed in the mountains around them. She was at a loss, for a few minutes, as to what she should be doing - the entire Inquistion unfamiliar and disconcerting. So few templars, and so many mages, coming and going freely, with no regulation or safety structures in place...

She would take her concerns directly to the leaders of the Inquisition, once she better understood the situation. Until then, it was time to get her bearings.

Training in the courtyard made things easier - let her take her mind off of everything and focus only on shield and blade. She had to pause, however, as she found that her two charges were watching her, waiting for orders.

"The Inquisition is our Order now," she told them solemnly. "You do not report to me, but I am at your disposal if you are in need of any assistance." She knew that assistance would never be requested, but she would offer it again, when she saw them.

Later, she would spend a long time in the Chantry, trying to find some kind of guidance.

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Knight-Commander Sauveterre is a man rarely seen these days. Having been burdened with work more so than usual, Alayre finds himself ridiculously busy. Relations between the Order and Magi are still quite tense even after coming to learn of the magi's makeshift council. Now possibly tasked with the chore of keeping this alleged council in check; Alayre honestly finds his free time to be quite lacking.

This is why he takes such pleasure in testing his swordsmanship against others.

Currently enjoying a brief spar with a fellow Templar, Alayre pauses briefly once be catches sight of the armored woman. A newcomer? The Knight-Commander arches his brow under the silver-steel of his horned helmet. Surely the arrival of a fellow Templar would've reached his ears sooner than this. With so few members of the Order present; just the addition of one other is quite tremendous.

She was so new that she had no idea of the state of the order, and had seen so few of her fellow templars that she was starting to despair for the future of the Inquisition. (Far too many mages, with far too much freedom, left virtually unchecked.)

So when she caught sight of the Knight-Commander, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of relief. Once she finished her routine, she stepped over to him.

"My apologies, but I feel I must introduce myself." She put a hand to her chest, and gave a stiff bow. "Nerva Lecuyer, at your service, Ser."

Now that his duel has come to an end, Sauveterre slips off his helmet. A slight smile appears upon his lips as he greets the Templar with a similar bow. It's not often that Templars take refuge here at Skyhold and even rarer are those who uphold the Order's creed. With famed betrayers such as Rutherford and others leading the Inquisition, it's become popular for their kind to turn renegade and toss out all affiliation with the Order.

This is why Alayre is personally surprised and honored to meet a Templar not hailing from the Tower of Pharos. For too long, only his men have patroled Skyhold with a meager number of fifteen, all Orlesian born except for a handful.

"There's no need for apologies--" The Knight-Commander says quickly. "For you disturb nothing." Sauveterre smiles vaguely as he regards the woman. Maria, his Knight-Captain, will be eager to meet Nerva, he suspects. "Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lecuyer. I am Knight-Commander Sauveterre and I bid thee welcome to Skyhold."

Her own lips mirror his - the barest traces of a smile, but it is an honest one, at least. She is just as glad to see him, as he is her. The Orlesian accent first has her racking her brain to place him, but once she is sure that he is from a different tower, she relaxes. She may not be Orlesian born, but as she speaks the Orlesian in her accent becomes crisper, to mask the Tevinter.

"Thank you, Ser," She replied. She had no rank save for Templar, so the honorific was necessary. She'd known that by the armour, well before he'd spoken, but it was still somewhat of a relief to hear him claim the title. "I am glad to find others of the Order, behind these walls. I had feared I would be alone."

Her concerns mirrored that of his own when he first arrived here to Skyhold. Alayre wasn't particularly fond of the thought of these mages rummaging about as freely as they do, nor was Stannis. The Baratheon tried to implement some kind of rules and regulations here but they were ultimately ignored without ample support of the Inquisition behind them. This is why Alayre thought to do differently by taking a more diplomatic approach. However, diplomacy is slow.

"We both share a common malady here, Lecuyer." The Knight-Commander says as he allows his grey gaze to drift towards the courtyard. Of course he spots a group of mages talking amongst themselves in such carefree abandon. Such a scene is common here. "We are too few to implement the changes we desperately need but I hesitate to be their dictator. We need to be allies above all things else but Skyhold has proven that this will be difficult to achieve."

"I admit that I have found the set up here to be... disturbing," She said, her voice lowering slightly.

It was better than where she had been before. It did not feel like the slowly seeping madness that had been overcoming the templars she had been with before. But it still made her feel ill, to know exactly how close they were to disaster, at all times.

"Surely we must be able to appeal to the Inquisitions Advisors, at least? The Seeker, or the Commander--"

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