open (with caveats): a dragon did it

[exequy]

WHO: Open to any character who could plausibly be assigned escort duty for Chantry personnel and also plausibly be suspected of murdering and/or covering up the murder of a conservative Grand Cleric.
WHAT: Seriously, it was a dragon.
WHEN: Mid-Cloudreach.
WHERE: Northern Ferelden.
NOTES: CW: death.

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[aenseidhe]

After getting the pipe going, Iorveth holds it for the dying man long enough for him to get a few puffs from it, casting a narrowed, incredulous eye up at Bartimeus for faithful faith. Look, he doesn't know the Chant all that well, but he's pretty sure that isn't in it.

Nell trails away towards Kostos, and Iorveth's eye didn't miss the sleeping draught taken away, and he watches the both of them intently, past Etienne. Not that he hears her from a distance, but the concerns Nell has are his exactly. It's no secret who and what Iorveth is, and where he came from, and what his opinions on Thedas and the Chantry are, and he doubts it'll matter that he hasn't actually attacked anyone he wasn't told to attack as of yet. Well, aside from bar fights. And an unfortunate message board.

If they're going to have Etienne send a message to clear their names, it needs to be done soon. From the side facing away from Etienne, Iorveth pulls his crystal from a pocket, giving it a shake for Kostos to see. The unspoken question being - we doing this, dude? You're the one he seems to get on with most, so this sounds like a you job.