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If A Girl Makes A Reference In Another World And No One Is Around To Get It, Is It Still Funny?

Summary:

For whenever I make a one-shot story about a girl named Pan in a world called Thedas. Sometimes she's Inquisitor, sometimes she's not.

Notes:

Remember how at the very beginning of the game you can literally hear the argument between Cassandra and Roderick in the War Table room from the entrance of the Chantry? No wonder we get attacked at Haven, anyone could eavesdrop on us!

Chapter 1: Ain't Been Droppin No Damn Eves

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They were in front of the Chantry, arguing about something probably inane, when she wandered up.

She doesn’t remember that from the game. She’s pretty sure that Cassandra, Josephine, Leliana, and Cullen hadn’t blatantly and loudly discussed the definitely private options available to the Inquisition out in the open. At least, not this obviously.

Like, zoinks, Scoob. She'd mention it to the Inquisitor, but alas, the elf was off galavanting through the Hinterlands, collecting elfroot to his heart's content.

And yet, she couldn't stop herself from edging closer because she was a glutton for gossip. Or super secret Inquisition business. Either or.

“I still say we should send a force with the Herald. It will send a message.” Cullen was arguing.

“Yes, but what message, Commander? We must be more delicate with our approach in Orlais. It may be that all of Val Royeux is watching.” Leliana answered, ever careful.

“A message that we are unified - formidable. We are not trying to gain the favor of Val Royeux - our focus is on the Templars.”

“But they would not be amiable towards such a message. They are worried enough about our motives - appearing with an army at our backs would be seen as a threat! They will not know what to do when we arrive at all.” Josephine pointed out.

“No, we would be fools not to go, and they fools not to expect us.” Cassandra cut in.

“Nobody expects the Inquisition, Cassandra.” She says, without thinking much, just making the one joke.

The advisors all turn to stare at her.

“And why would this have anything to do with you?” Cullen accused, though not in an unfriendly manner.

She held her hands up, “You tell me, since this seems like a public debate.”

The advisors shuffled awkwardly as they recognized their surroundings. Cullen coughed and pointed towards the Chantry doors, and Cassandra held them open as the rest streamed in.

She turned to glare back at Pan, but seemed surprised to only see a slightly bemused smile on Pan’s face.

She gave a PentaghastTM disgusted sigh when all Pan did was wink at her.