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WHO: Warden Kaisan Daesun and YOU
WHAT: Another Warden arrives and is very noisy about it.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Places around Skyhold
NOTES: Some mild swearing probably.

The Gate

She'd been hoping that Skyhold had those huge wooden doors some fortresses had, so she could shove them open dramatically and cruise in while everyone was staring. Now, that would be pretty damn awesome. Unfortunately, Skyhold had the extremely practical iron metal gate, that you couldn't throw open dramatically. What's worse, is that before she even got close, she was greeted by scouts who politely tried to figure out why there was a tall armed woman stalking up the path to Skyhold. Exasperated as she was, she told them who she was, and gave them a list of names of Wardens who would verify her identity. Being dragged in by some very angry scouts would be indeed dramatic, but Kaisa was not in the mood to provoke quite that feeling on her entrance.

Still, Kaisa was a Warden, and she was used to working with limited resources. So she buckled up, straighted her back, and after speaking to the scouts, strode up through the gate of Skyhold, with as much swagger and confidence as if she were a reigning monarch stepping into her personal hold. She made sure that her strides were long enough that she was in front of the scouts who had come to question her. After all, this was her introduction to Skyhold, it was far more appropriate for her to be first. Her hound trailed after her, marring the cool, collected look just slightly, as he sniffed around, wagging his little stub of a tail like mad.

Once inside, she paused, hands on her hips, looking around at the courtyard, yellow eyes sharp and scrutinizing. The scouts had already dissipated, off to update necessary people that another Warden had arrived. Yes, while this wasn't quite the entrance that she had favored, she had done a good job. Now she just had to stand there looking cool and intimidating and everything.

The dog, meanwhile, flopped down, and had to be stepped around by the Warden, lest he drool on her boots.

The Herald's Rest

Well, at least this door was closed. It wasn't quite as cool as the door to a fortress, but you couldn't be picky. So, once again, she straightened up and put a knowing little smile on her face, then proceeded to throw open the door. Yes.

For a few moments, she stood there, standing in the doorway, looking around the tavern. Then she turned on her heel, swaggering on over to the bar and plopping down, grinning at the bartender (who didn't look nearly as amused as he ought to, really). She placed her order and sat back against the bar, eyeing the tavern. In her opinion, gathering spots like this were vital to picking up the atmosphere of the place, and even if she hadn't managed to impress a bunch of people and look really cool, at the least, she could try to get a feel for just what kind of place this Inquisition was.

If she was going to be working with them until this whole Warden mess got sorted out, it would be important to know how the people here felt.

Battlements

No need for cool entrances at this point. Having settled in for the long haul, Kaisa decided to take in Skyhold as a whole, and leisurely made her way around the battlements. Every so often she'd stop, observing the comings and goings within the hold, or eyeballing the mountains outside of it. She wasn't much for grand plans and strategies of large battles, so she couldn't make any expert assessment on Skyhold's fortifications. But she knew enough, she was pretty sure. At the least, she'd been to enough fortresses that she had some idea of what was a good one, and what wasn't.

Judging from what she's seen, and how long this has been standing, it strikes her as pretty good.

As she wanders, she hums to herself, mind not focused on who might be listening. Other Wardens might recognize the tune, but those who have never heard the Calling will only hear an eerie jingle, something unlike any music composed by a person.

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Having run up several flights of steps and now in a tight hug - it reminds her of Korrin, honestly - on any other day she might have pulled back sooner, because air, breathing, breathing is good. But today she does her best to return it in kind, though of course it's far weaker. Just a little relief seeping out in that embrace, the held breath of them only being able to wonder what had become of the Wardens out to the west. Now there was one more.

Sabriel's a little shaky when she does step back, but there's more from the relief than the sprint. But she looks settled - tunic in place of armour and hair pulled back, faintly smelling of soap, and not a mark on her. "I think we both feared the worst after making it out," she says, meaning Alistair. There no way to drop a memo that they were fine, or ask the same in return. "But I am glad you made it here unscathed. The Inquisition has been welcoming and - accommodating - given our circumstances, even if they are not able to assist us."

"There were more of us," Kaisa crossed her arms, looking out over the Skyhold ramparts. "Who left after you did. Once we realized that you managed it. You know there were a lot of us that didn't want to have anything to do with what Clarel had been getting up to. I don't know how many got away--After you left, the people who were complaining started getting watched more carefully." She shook her heard, turning back to Sabriel.

"But I'll just have to believe that they did. Just because they're not here doesn't mean they didn't make it out of that situation. I had no idea where you guys were, until I got to Redcliffe, and started hearing about the Wardens in the Inquisition. Maybe...we ought to try to get a message out to them? That the rebel Wardens are in Skyhold? Or would that be too dangerous...?"

As good as it is to hear that more made it out, that relief is only temporary, replaced by the same mounting concern. Leaving was half the trial; it was staying one step ahead that was more pressing. They could be safe, they could have been captured, they could be fine, or they could be in danger. There was no real way of knowing...

Sabriel looks down, brow furrowing. "We thought about it," she says, looking back up to Kaisa. "When there were only a few of us. It was more dangerous, then, but that was before the Wardens moved across Orlais to the Western Approach. I suppose that's a long time ago, now." Months. It wouldn't be safer to send a message, necessarily, but from what the Inquisition had done, it did seem that the Wardens were not moving anytime soon. They were entrenched, with whatever they were doing. Gathering up the resistance had its merits. "We keep our presence here quiet, these past few months. Perhaps that's not necessary anymore. Or- as necessary."

"I understand the caution," Kind of. Kaisa has never been very good at the application of caution, but she understands the basics of it. "But I mean--I only found out through a stroke of luck. It's not very easy to try to find information about the Wardens when you're trying to not be very open about the fact that you're a Warden." Not that Kaisa was much subtle regarding that. As mentioned before: she's not very good at caution. Of course, it was her lack of caution and subtly about being a Warden that got her the information.

"But there could be even more rogue Wardens who don't want any part of whatever mad scheme Clarel's been brewing up with that magister. And they don't have the safety of the Inquisition backing them. And it might draw fire to us, but once again--We have the Inquisition. And if we're public about our support of the Inquisition, it'll help them, too. Give them a little extra credibility, you know?" It could also do the exact opposite of that, but as far as Kaisa is concerned, the support of the Wardens is the best thing anyone could ask for.

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