"I would like to barge into his office and demand a meeting at this moment, but what good would it serve us?" It is odd to be the one with the cooler head, even though he can feel the anger burning hot still. "I will go and ask him for a meeting with us as soon as possible. If we go and demand, we seem no different than those that do not acknowledge what little order this Inquisition has."

What is right, what is proper, he thinks on these things if only because he will not have his message be drowned out in the politics of any game that anyone wishes to play. "But do not think that I will allow myself to be beaten down by anyone. If he denies it, then... we shall think of what our next move shall be." A beat. "Your silver may yet prove of more worth than my iron. But we shall see. We are dealing with another Ferelden."