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[keeperofmagi]

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.

Comments

[equanimiti]

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."

[keeperofmagi]

"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--"