We have been remiss in our duties, she says, and Leliana's jaw tightens, spine straightens and her shoulders ease back. It is a subtle, dangerous shift, just as the accusation is a dangerous one. Leliana has dreaded it for so long,the possibility, has interrogated it and there is something defiant in the tilt of her jaw.

"If this is regarding the Crows, I have taken every measure possible to ensure the event does not recur." Frost descends on her tone, voice very soft as she starts to move towards the War Table, gaze narrowing as she takes in the staff, and glass, and considers them more carefully.

"Who do these belong to?"