Maria is silent for a long moment. The other kingdoms would damn them if- no, when- they found out. There were no stopping spies. The mage that started a war, hidden in the Inquisition. That he was tucked within the Wardens would be no matter. The Inquisition, harboring such a man...
Without requesting permission she sat heavily in a chair at her newly claimed table. Using any motion to burn off some of her radiating anger, doing whatever she could not to lash out unforgivably at the woman she was sworn to. She understood, even as she wanted to scream. Not because the Inquisition does not wish. It was out of Leliana's hands.
But that didn't make it chafe less.
"And what..." Another breath. "May I ask what he now preaches? To the many mages crying for blood in our ranks?"
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Without requesting permission she sat heavily in a chair at her newly claimed table. Using any motion to burn off some of her radiating anger, doing whatever she could not to lash out unforgivably at the woman she was sworn to. She understood, even as she wanted to scream. Not because the Inquisition does not wish. It was out of Leliana's hands.
But that didn't make it chafe less.
"And what..." Another breath. "May I ask what he now preaches? To the many mages crying for blood in our ranks?"