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WHO: Cassandra Pentaghast and you
WHAT: Cassandra, in and around Skyhold
WHEN: First half of Drakonis, before the ball
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Does your character want to yell at Cassandra about Anders? About Galadriel? About her choices in general? Alternatively, do they want to celebrate her on a job well done and thank her for her vigilance in keeping Skyhold safe? Maybe try to finally get a straight answer about exactly what is going on? This is the place!

For timeline purposes: post-Anders announcement; before/in the midst of/after rifter interrogations; either pre-Galadriel's imprisonment or while she still languishes in the cells.

She might be found swinging angrily at the dummies in the yard, assisting Cullen in training what recruits they have, or nursing a large ale at the Herald's Rest. More than likely, she's dodging Vivienne and her endless preparations, instructions, and reminders for the ball. Wherever she is, Cassandra is likely not in the best of moods, and there is a certain righteous fire in her gaze whenever she is challenged. Leliana's words and the way she had looked at Cassandra still sting, but she does not regret what she has done.

Still, no one can possibly be angry all the time, right? Maybe you'll catch her on a good day...

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[stabsbooks]

Cassandra makes a noncommittal noise, frowning slightly at the expression that seems to pass momentarily over his face. Had she - no. Galadriel had clearly given a biased account of matters; she would not have explained things so plainly. Maxwell can know nothing for certain.

"Of course." She nods, watching him carefully, and hesitates. "If you do have any - speculations, I ask that you keep them to yourself."

[dreadinquisitor]

He arched an eyebrow at that, something like bemusement crossing his face.

"You know that's already begun?" he told her. "Galadriel isn't unknown to the members of the Inquisition. There are some-- who are quite fond of her, and with what she's saying... I'm not the only one with questions."

He was, to his knowledge, simply the only one who had come to her with them.

[stabsbooks]

Cassandra's expression darkens. Maxwell is not the first to approach her, after all, and she does not need the reminder.

"I am well aware that there are questions," she snaps. "What I am asking is that you do not contribute to any...any rumors. This matter requires discretion."

[dreadinquisitor]

He held up his hands, quickly, palms out, placating.

"I'll try to help," he said, wanting to believe her. Wanting to believe in the Inquisition and its purpose. "But, Seeker... I believe the silence will only make things worse. Please consider it."

[stabsbooks]

"Not worse than the alternative, I assure you."

Her voice is grave, her expression serious. She sighs, trying to compose herself. He does not deserve her rudeness.

"Is there anything further?"

[dreadinquisitor]

"I hope so."

He didn't look entirely certain of it, but he could do that. Hope.

"No. That is my only concern at the moment."

There was, after all, nothing to be done about Anders.