It is a deceptively simple answer made complicated among people who have labored long under the magisterium's broad shadow. With a majority of the weather wear coat's buttons done up, Flint cuts a strangely uniformed figure in the pirate ship's cabin.
"It's been five years since their circles fell and they're still clinging to the Inquisition as if on apron strings and not a fish hook. They need allies who aren't merely rings on the Chantry's fingers, and we need solid ties to a force sympathetic to self rule."
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It is a deceptively simple answer made complicated among people who have labored long under the magisterium's broad shadow. With a majority of the weather wear coat's buttons done up, Flint cuts a strangely uniformed figure in the pirate ship's cabin.
"It's been five years since their circles fell and they're still clinging to the Inquisition as if on apron strings and not a fish hook. They need allies who aren't merely rings on the Chantry's fingers, and we need solid ties to a force sympathetic to self rule."