@MarcMontilyet_ “We… are… in… polite… company!” she hisses furiously, trying to both usher him toward the nearest door and keep him covered.

@MarcMontilyet_ Turning around and backing into him to push him further back, she flashes an embarrassed smile at the room at large.

@MarcMontilyet_ < Jader! She would have you assassinated if she thought you were breaking off an… involvement!”

@MarcMontilyet_ < spirit you away the very first opportunity. To Denerim! Or the Marches, perhaps—”

// Small change of title, because the power and dignity of the Inquisition are of paramount importance.

@MarcMontilyet_ She looks at him suspiciously, spending several seconds considering before relenting. “Fine, but the emergency plan stays.”

@MarcMontilyet_ “Denerim. “Perhaps Minrathous.”

@MarcMontilyet_ “Don’t, brother,” she warns, brow furrowing in distress. “What good am I if I can’t even keep you safe?”

@HeraldAndraste @FereldanWarrior She gathers the last of the papers to her bosom, and looks at the two in helpless uncomprehension.

@HeraldAndraste @FereldanWarrior She simply stands there for a moment, abashed. “You were… trying to play a prank?” she asks finally.

@HeraldAndraste @FereldanWarrior < the next time we are there, I will allow you.”

*Looks frantically around, puzzled.*

“All of this really does not sound like Inquisition business. This is personal correspondence… I does not need to go through my desk.”

// Translation: PLEASE PLEASE make OOC accounts. I can’t be on any of my timelines anymore b/c spoilers. I promise I’ll follow every one.

“It is hardly appropriate.”