[Open] An Honor to Serve

[ingrid_kief]

WHO: Ser Ingrid Kief and you!
WHAT: A new templar has arrived from the Anderfels to help where she can.
WHEN: Her arrival through Drakonis
WHERE: In and around Skyhold
NOTES: None yet

Templar Quarters

Where else does a templar belong than with her brothers and sisters in faith? She's a bit awkward, but trying to determine how many others are here, where they come from, and, of course, who happens to be in charge so she can report in to her new commanding officers.

Sparring Grounds

Daily sparring practice has been one of her chores since she was barely big enough to hold a stick and a makeshift shield. It's important to keep skills sharp, and she can be found practicing with dummies, or inviting others to spar with her.

Chapel

Faith is what sustains her abilities as a templar. Faith has pushed her through the difficult road she's had in coming here. Faith is her solace, and she can be found often in the chapel, kneeling at the feet of Andraste, reciting the Chant of Light in Ander, absently fiddling with a curious dark red pendant around her neck.

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Chapel

[fleurdesel]

Adelaide, admittedly, is not one for prayer. Is not one for singing the chant, for attending such services- there are more things she might do with her time than sit and sing to an empty fade. But with all that cut at her the past few weeks, all that left her unsteady, uncertain...another bulwark between her and the demons that linger when she tries to sleep is not without merit.

Not that a chapel or singing the chant repels them but such places tend to hold the lingering song of spirits of hope, of faith, of fortitude and compassion. For this Adelaide wavers in the doorway, listening. Familiar whispers sooth her mind- the chant? Surprises her. She had not thought anyone would be here at this time of day and stutters to a stop where she'd been walking, half aware. "I- apologize. I did not wish to intrude."

[ingrid_kief]

Ingrid looks up and shakes her head.

"No, it is all right. The Maker welcomes all His children. It is space to be shared. Come, join if you wish."

Her voice is warm, even through her heavy accent.

[fleurdesel]

She hesitates for a moment, but only a moment before stepping deeper into the sanctuary. Faith's song is strongest where most would kneel to pray or to sing- lingering whispers. It settles her, somewhat. "I have never heard the chant in that tongue."

[ingrid_kief]

"It is Anders," she explains, "I come from Weisshaupt. It is better than my Common."

[fleurdesel]

She flinches at the name- she can't help not. But it is a people, it is a language, more than it is one man. "I have a sister there; she speaks well of the people."

Of it's artisans, of the Wardens.

[ingrid_kief]

Ingrid nods.

"My sister and brother are still there. My brother runs the farm now. My sister is in the Chantry. Most of the people there are good people. Pious. Work hard."

[fleurdesel]

"It is a long way to travel, from Weisshaupt to Skyhold." Orlesians, Marchers, Fereldans- those are somewhat expected. But an Ander?

[ingrid_kief]

"It is. But I am told to go to Skyhold. So, I go. And I am here now to do what I can. It is a great honor to serve the Divine's will."

[fleurdesel]

"Templars in the Anderfels take interest in the Inquisition?" That is support she had not quite expected.

[ingrid_kief]

"We do when we hear rumors of corruption and poisoning in our southern brothers and sisters," Ingrid answers rather bluntly.

[fleurdesel]

"It is a bit literal by way of corruption and poison at that- as such you are not wrong." Welcome to the south, where the templars spout red crystal and there is no Divine.

[ingrid_kief]

"That is why I am here. To help. If I can." Ingrid nods firmly. "You would do the same for your mage brothers and sister, ja?"

[fleurdesel]

"Most of us came here for sanctuary from the war. Helping...is a pleasant side effect." A useful one, no doubt. A beat passes before she offers her hand, tentatively, and her name. "Adelaide LeBlanc of the Inquisition's Council of Magi."

[ingrid_kief]

She accepts the hand with a firm, calloused grip.

"Ingrid Kief. I am unfamiliar with your Council. Tell me of it?"

[fleurdesel]

"Mages of the Inquisition, nominated by their fellows, gather to govern in accordance with and deference to policy dictated by Inquisition Leadership. A little like the College, a little not." Allowing apostates, for one.