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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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Despite all that had occurred in recent days, Cassandra has not forgotten her promise to Seeker Darton. He had wished to see the Divine's final writ, and she means to grant him that. It is the least she can do for him, in the wake of Justinia's death. To offer him some final peace, if she can.

It will be good to speak to him as well, she muses, in any case. It has been years since the boy she had known at Montsimmard, and she is curious to see the man he has become.

She sends him a short note inviting him to meet with her, and settles herself behind her desk, determined to at least try to make some progress in the seemingly perpetual stack of paperwork waiting for her.

She had spent little time with the former Templar since that day in the Emprise. Something about fighting dragons seems to demand one's time and energy like nothing else.

But once she is back in Skyhold, surrounded by Inquisition soldiers and thrust immediately back into all of the politics and problems inherent in keeping the Inquisition together, Cassandra is reminded of the soldier's oath. Nerva will be waiting for orders, and it is up to Cassandra now to ensure that she has them. Besides. They should probably...speak, she supposes, about all that has occurred in recent days.

Maker help her if Nerva agrees with Leliana on all of this.

She has no idea where she might look for the woman, Cassandra realizes. Her best recourse is to send a note with one of the ravens and hope it finds her. That done, she finds a training sword and begins running through a few practice drills on one of the dummies in the yard. She had made a misstep or two in her battle with the dragon that she does not wish to repeat.

Maxwell had come away from his meeting with the unearthly Galadriel feeling no better. If anything, the pit in his gut had only deepened. While he wouldn't expect many to be honest about their guilt, she hadn't seemed to lie either, and Gavin had known her - had come to him that night in her defense, believing her innocence.

He needed to know more. He wanted to believe the Inquisition better than that. That after the outburst by the Templar on the crystals, after Anders, after the attack on the Dalish woman....

There had to be more.

(He had to have this, if nothing else.)

"Seeker Pentaghast?" He'd been warned away from approaching her in person, but still there he was, daringly stepping up amongst the training dummies. (Though back far enough that she would at least have to do some reaching to hit him.) "Maxwell Trevean, I was hoping I might speak with you."

Time enough has passed that Araceli feels settled again; she has her time with her lute where she's less likely to be disturbed, time to go through Leliana's not insubstantial reading list, as well as resuming the climbing lessons when she's able.

She's not joking about the reading list. Or learning the finer points of the Orlesian tongue.

Like most days, she enters the Herald's Rest via the battlements so she can get a look at the crowd. She's been on something of a mission anyway, trying to find the Seeker for something she might have left out at the interrogation. Not that it was about her precisely but still, better these things are out in the open, and so she quickly orders a drink before she clears her throat, standing a little to the side.

"Seeker Pentaghast? If you don't mind an intrusion? There is something I would inform you of." Her tone at least is light enough but she's hovering, up on the balls of her feet with a smile that looks too tight at the edges to be real. Once again, her marked hand is thrust into her pocket, casual enough but the tailors prodded it plenty and she'd rather forget about it for a little while.

There was really only one way to announce her return to Cassandra: filling the noble's normal training dummy with spiders that all came skittering out when it was hit. A beehive would've been more dramatic, but a two person job. 'Sides, she still wanted to chat with the Seeker when all was done. Not get a sword in the face because bees.

It's not as dramatic as she'd hoped. After Cass had started having a go, Sera slunk out of the shadows some few yards from Cassandra. Just watching as the spiders started crawling out of the dummy.

"Stupid creepy crawlies. Have the sense to go after her, yeah?"

Cassandra is, Merrill supposes, probably not too pleased with her. After all, the Seeker likely suspects that she knew Anders was around -- even if, as a loyal reader of Varric's book, she also likely knew just how much the two often butted heads. Still, it's why Merrill brings a peace offering. Two, in fact; the first in the form of a rock, and the second in the form of some cookies.

Both are set down next to Cassandra, followed by a slight bow of her head. "Andaran atish’an, Cassandra. Are you busy? I wanted to talk to you."

"Seeker Pentaghast." Early the day after her rather bracing conversation with Galadriel- early enough that it is unlikely she'd found any sleep afterward. Weary and wary she approaches Cassandra while she is alone at the training yard- though most of the latter would have less to do with the situation and more with the sword in the Seeker's hand. A healthy enjoyment of life and a respectable distance kept is enough to settle her. "Might I have a word?"

Several words.

Or questions, honestly. This is an uncomfortable situation to be caught in the midst of- but she gave her word the night before and her word is something she means to keep.

[So the rumors are true. Vivienne thought Cassandra at least better bred than to run off on a wild arrest spree with no evidence in hand. Clearly not.

There's an Iron Lady crossing the courtyard to seek out Cassandra by the training dummies. A rarity to be sure. She's annoyed.]

Cassandra, my dear, could you indulge me a moment of your time?

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For Aleron

For Nerva

Post Arrest

post-arrest, post-interrogation;

Breaking the timeline, post Ball

post-arrest & post-interrogation;

Post arrest, post visit

A week after Galadriel's imprisonment.