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“I am just at my wit’s end! I’d heard the stories, we all have. I thought… I do not know what I thought.” Josephine’s hands flew through the air as she spoke, punctuating her words with feeling. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she trailed off. The Ambassador was getting a headache.
“You thought he would be a hero.” Leliana replied, smiling at her friend.
The women leaned against the railing of one of Skyhold’s many balconies, overlooking the courtyard far below. Across the yard, atop the battlements parallel, the dark outline of two men could be seen. One, shorter and stout - a dwarf. The second was taller and human. He paced with hunched shoulders, his movements guarded and alert, prowling dangerously.
“Yes. I thought… well, the stories… But instead he is just in the way and breaking things. He has Cassandra and Varric fighting, I heard he started a brawl with one of Cullen’s Templars in the Tavern and he set fire to the scaffolding on the East Wall by accident! Not to mention the apologies I have to make to our noble guests for the things that come out of his mouth! I hardly have time for much else!”
“The Inquisitor and Varric are quite convinced he can help with Corypheus. Besides, if we keep him here, at least we have an eye on him.”
“We need more than an eye. He needs an army.”
“Don’t worry Josie. I have just the person for the job. An agent of mine specializes in… uniquely difficult situations. She is quite good. I’ll send for her right away. I think she will be quite relieved to leave Val Royeaux.”
“Are you sure she can handle the Champion?”
“Oh, it is Hawke who should be worried.”