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“Sir?” with a soft knock upon the oaken door, an elven scout entered the room finding his general toying with pieces upon a chess board, “There has been a development concerning the Inquisitor. I was told you wished to be informed the moment there was a change regarding the status of the Inquisition.”
“Yes?” the Dread Wolf replied, his cool brow arching as his fingers smoothed over the queen upon the board, “Report.”
“The humans are placing the Inquisitor on trial.” the scout informed his general, his voice even yet, apprehensive, “It seems as they are not convinced she is not working with you. Divine Victoria protested, but both Ferelden and Orlais are calling for her head.”
“I see.” the Dread Wolf replied to the scout, though the wolf still held his calm exterior an armored hand clutched over the queen in his hand, “Even as she saves them with her breath, they will still call her a villain. Familiar.”
Palpable silence remained between the two before Hanon spoke, breaking his general's concentration upon the chess piece, “Orders?”
“For now?” the Dread Wolf sighed, a heavy, exasperated thing. As hard as it would be, there was only one option at the moment, “Watch this closely. Tell me of any developments. Perhaps there is still a chance that the humans can see reason.”
“And if not?”
“Then we shall show them how wrong they are.”