Malcolm's face blanches. "A tame dragon infused with red lyrium? At that point, the army barely looks like trouble in comparison."

Unless many more fortifications are made, preferably stonework by dwarves, then there's not much they can do about the open areas and the tents and the refugees who are trying to get away from the fighting. This place must somehow be a secret from Corypheus, or he must be injured, else why not swoop down and make quick work of them all right now, without the Herald in place?

"They are working to a compromise. I assume then that they have yet to find one." His expression darkens. "And I assume not every templar and mage within these walls sees fit to compromise. Do we allow them to run their course, wherever it may lead, or do we step in and...nudge them in the right direction?" Right by Seeker standards, at least.