[Open] Diplomacy: The Art Of Restraining Power

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WHO: Bethany Hawke and You
WHAT: After Bethany speaks to the Inquisition., she opens a public forum
WHEN: A week after the announcement about Anders, before they return to the Western Approach
WHERE: Camp Shady, aka the Warden Camp outside Skyhold
NOTES:Probable cursing, possible violence, and a whole lot of being reasonable and dimples.

True to her word in her sending crystal message, Bethany placed herself outside of the Warden camp with a table, and a chair on either side, to discuss 'formal complaints' against the Wardens for what occurred with the 'Anders' situation. Those who approach will find her calmly sitting there, knitting needles in hand, as she works and waits for people to arrive. Once they call her attention, or sit in the chair, she puts the knitting aside and opens the dialogue.

Her entire body language screams serenity, and calm. Whatever happens, happens. She's here to help her brothers and sisters, in one of the ways she knows how. By being extremely kind, and a good listener.

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He's been meaning to talk to her since she's arrived, but business has always seen to it that he hasn't been able to. He barely even has time to visit with his sister, let alone anyone he might have known previously. Now is as good of a time as any, especially concerning the current topic at hand. They were both there when her sister had given her verdict, and if he was mad then, he was still mad now.

He's trudged his way down to the Warden Camp, almost thankful to get out of Skyhold for now. Tensions were at a high in the stronghold, the air thick enough to cut with a knife. It was suffocating.

He's in a decent mood by the time he reaches the camp, approaching carefully. "It's been a long time, Warden Hawke."

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Of all the people Bethany expects to arrive first? Cullen Rutherford was not high on the list of her possible suspects. She looks at him for a long moment, before she puts aside her knitting and puts on a smile instead. Her hands fold together atop the table, her dimples flashing to life in a polite, warm smile.

"Why yes it has, Commander Rutherford." She tilts her head to the side, "I'm a little surprised to see you, I'll admit. I would think the Advisers would avoid us for a time, give the Wardens a great deal of distance." She looked around their shabby little camp, clearing her throat, "Outside the, ah-em, obvious."