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"I support Loghain!" proclaimed another bann, so overhanging over the railing that he almost fell off the balcony.
"Me too!"
"So do I!"
"Log h ain will lead us into battle!" the people chanted.
Sonata took a slow breath in and exhaled , trying hard to contain her boiling rage. Mud's right eye, standing at the right hand of the Cousland, twitched nervously, and a flame unknowingly flickered in his hand.
"Sona, why don't I set fire to the place?" the man gritted his teeth as he extinguished the magic.
"Quiet. I want to see what he does next," she hissed coldly, not letting her anger get the better of her, a clear mind was what she needed.
"The Grey Wardens will be banished from Ferelden and I will lead the army of Queen Anora into battle," teyrn announced solemnly.
Sonata clenched and unclenched her fists, pushing the flustered mage's arm off her shoulder. Alistair and Wynne, standing behind them, looked at each other in confusion.
"Mm, so be it," she stared into the eyes of the self-proclaimed warlord with startling calm.
"Yes, and... What?" astonished, Loghain looked into the hers eyes, expecting to see anything but indifference.
"Nothing. We're leaving, aren't we?" Cousland turned to Amell, and he, in turn, nodded slightly belatedly. "My army, namely mages, werewolves, dwarves with golems, Earl Eamon's troops, if he himself wishes of course, will leave with me. Teyrn Log h ain... You know, I'm not even sorry to hand you and those gluttonous aristocrats over to Archidemon and the darkspawn. I'm done. No one's ever been interested in what I want, so why should I care?"
"Good. Banishment is what the likes of you deserve," he grimaced squeamishly.
"The likes of us?" Solona laughed hoarsely, but quickly pulled herself together. "Indeed... What's up with me? Mud, Alistair, Wynne, we're leaving.
"Stop! You can't do that!" The king's bastard suddenly intervened in the conversation.
"What makes you think that? I'm about to do it," she replied with a sneer, putting her hand involuntarily on the hilt of the family sword.
"Alistair's right! Sonata, don't be selfish! We have to help these people, we have to…"
"We owe someone something all the time," she waved her hands irritably, trying to control her emotions. "That's clear to you, Wynne? They're not helpless kittens for you and me to force our help on them. These people have their heads on their shoulders"
"You sometimes forget who you are," the mage cut off judiciously.
"You sometimes forget who your leader is," Cousland replied in tone with her.
There was silence in the Council Chamber, with only the whispering of the nobles breaking it. Accompanied by the clatter of Juggernaut's armor, Sonata headed for the exit. Mud sprang after her friend, while Wynne and Alistair stood stock still, staring after their leader, or rather former leader.
***
"This thing was right to did," the witch sang melodiously, walking over to Sonata, sitting alone away from the camp.
"Morrigan, there's nothing keeping you here anymore. You can go back to the hut, Flemeth's gone," she said quietly, her face hidden in her folded arms. She did not feel like a leader or a great Grey Warden, but like the lost girl she had been before her parents had died.
"Nonsense!" The magess was indignant. "I won't leave your company when you're in this condition"
"What's wrong with my condition?" Cousland arched an eyebrow ironically.
"Do not pretend," she said with a half-smile that was more like a sneer, "no one will leave you, don't be silly. And Wynne and Alistair... They're too idealistic. Oh, trust me, I won't miss them too much"
"Who would doubt that," Sonata chuckled.
"Where are you going now that our destination has changed?"
"That's where everyone else is going. I think Zevran will be pleased"