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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.

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[girlinthebox]

River, for her part, looked slightly wistful as Nerva pulled away and took her leave of them. "You don't like her," she murmured at last, glancing at her brother out of the corner of her eye. It wasn't approval of the fact, that was damn sure.

Nerva might be dangerous, but she was also the sort of dangerous that might be needed. Simon would never admit to that fact, but he didn't have to.

He'd kept her safe, all this time. She'd do the same if it came down to it.

[noleechesneeded]

Simon blinked and turned his head sharply at River in surprise, not sure where the accusation had come from even if it was mostly accurate. First he'd been scolded up and down by this templar woman, and now his own sister was taking a turn at disapproving of him. What had he done? Where exactly did he go wrong?

The frustration was pushed aside with a heavy breath. It wouldn't help, and it would only hinder if River picked up on it...as much as Simon feigned ignorance around others, he knew what his sister was capable of. That was why he was so leery of her making friends with templars.

"I'm sure she means well," Simon said. "Which is what worries me. Just...please, chouchoute, be careful."

Her idea of keeping River safe may be very different from Simon's, after all.