WHO: Herian, Nell + Guests WHAT: A meeting at the Chantry Archives. WHEN: Some time this month, handwavily. WHERE: Val Royeaux. NOTES: Will edit as appropriate.
The Sunburst Throne sits empty, but the Grand Cathedral never rests.
A vast expanse of sun-bleached stone houses the heart of the Southern Chantry, in all its sprawling bureaucracy. Flames light the altars day and night, maintained by unseen magic — though the subject of who casts those spells will go unremarked upon by their guide, a quiet sister of Skyhold's acquaintance.
It's dark when they're finally collected from the courtyard and into a pleasant little receiving room, spartan save for the impossibly expensive glasswork that spans its high window (a favour to Serault).
Junior Chancellor Pious is not, at first glance, deserving of his title: the man must be pushing fifty. His reputation is unremarkable, his tenure long — precisely the sort of faceless, efficient figure one might expect be sent to such a request. Records.
"Please, be comfortable." He's a voice for preaching, if not the sex. "Your letter was unexpected. There are those who believed the Inquisition had forgotten us."
Or their neighbours, now invading. His smile is broad and pleasant.
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The Sunburst Throne sits empty, but the Grand Cathedral never rests.
A vast expanse of sun-bleached stone houses the heart of the Southern Chantry, in all its sprawling bureaucracy. Flames light the altars day and night, maintained by unseen magic — though the subject of who casts those spells will go unremarked upon by their guide, a quiet sister of Skyhold's acquaintance.
It's dark when they're finally collected from the courtyard and into a pleasant little receiving room, spartan save for the impossibly expensive glasswork that spans its high window (a favour to Serault).
Junior Chancellor Pious is not, at first glance, deserving of his title: the man must be pushing fifty. His reputation is unremarkable, his tenure long — precisely the sort of faceless, efficient figure one might expect be sent to such a request. Records.
"Please, be comfortable." He's a voice for preaching, if not the sex. "Your letter was unexpected. There are those who believed the Inquisition had forgotten us."
Or their neighbours, now invading. His smile is broad and pleasant.