Cassandra turns reflexively to glare when the shout rings out - and freezes. It's not just anyone callously taking Andraste's name in vain. It's - of all people - Varric Tethras, and he's standing there making terrible jokes as she stands, caught red-handed in what nearly amounts to a physical altercation over Swords and Shields.
What had she been thinking?
She releases the book instantly, the mage's terrible and incoherent theories all but forgotten. He is still talking, still going on about the book, and she shoots him a dark glare. Shut up shut up shut up -
"I was not -" she begins. Too loud. Maker save her, had she been yelling? She stops, lowering her voice.
"It does not matter," she hisses, still glaring at the mage, trying to communicate to him without words do not tell anyone about this. "Forget it. Just -" At a loss, she rounds on Varric, jabbing a finger at him accusingly. Anything, anything that will draw his attention away from the book. "You! You need to watch your language. You are in the service of the Inquisition now. Have some respect."
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What had she been thinking?
She releases the book instantly, the mage's terrible and incoherent theories all but forgotten. He is still talking, still going on about the book, and she shoots him a dark glare. Shut up shut up shut up -
"I was not -" she begins. Too loud. Maker save her, had she been yelling? She stops, lowering her voice.
"It does not matter," she hisses, still glaring at the mage, trying to communicate to him without words do not tell anyone about this. "Forget it. Just -" At a loss, she rounds on Varric, jabbing a finger at him accusingly. Anything, anything that will draw his attention away from the book. "You! You need to watch your language. You are in the service of the Inquisition now. Have some respect."