For a moment all Hanzo can do is watch and stare. It's very clever, from the standpoint of a Tevinter Magister. Magister Artemaeus had arranged for the ransom, had arranged for her son to be returned to her. Of course the escort would be wrapped up with Templars to keep an eye on him, with the unexpected twist of another Tevinter mage, one that they recognised, one that they knew. Hanzo was no threat to them because they knew who he was and there was no need to brand a man who is one of you.

"If anyone else from Tevinter allied with your family sees this brand they will be killed on sight." Any loyalty to Artemaeus will come hand in hand with the death of anyone branded with this mark in the Inquisition. In the eyes of any law in Tevinter these people belong to Benedict while he is here, to the family as a whole - to the Magisters. They are claimed, and it leaves a little knot in his stomach. He had been content with slavery when he was a Magister himself - there had been no reason not to be - but ten years of isolation, living on your own and surviving gives you a new perspective.

"You didn't ask for this," is the clear conclusion. He frowns, pursing his lips. "Was it Calpurnia's plan? Vengeance for what happened to you under the Inquisition's watch?"