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The stone floor is cold. A trail of water drips slowly down the far wall. The light is dim, a few grumpily smoldering coals in a brazier above.
Her left hand aches abruptly, a pulse like all her joints ossifying at once before the sensation fades again. This is accompanied by a dull flash of green light. She's kneeling, hands locked shoulder-width apart by a metal bar clasped tightly around her wrists.
Sounds of footsteps in the corridor beyond say she may have visitors soon.
A remarkably generous offer. Fiona is sure the College will give it due consideration.
The Inquisition is still a very new organization. They don't know what to expect from it yet, apart from its obvious Chantry roots.
Is there a way Bellona can prove her word - and the Inquisition's word - is good here?
Not over a short span of time. That kind of trust needs to be built.
Fiona hopes she will.
She will. (Hopefully this will keep them busy arguing about something new for a while...)
Better to let them get the grumbling out first. Being watched during that part won't be pleasant for anyone.
She will do so.
That seems to be everything.
Quite.
And it's getting late enough that the Inquisition representatives should think about a place to stay.
One for the boys at least, and whether they get a second depends on whether Eliana feels like sharing at all.
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