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"Herald," Lathalam turned around, her eyes finding Mother Giselle. "A moment, if you please."
The Herald closed the door to the kitchens and walked toward the red robed cleric. "I see you made it here in one piece."
The Revered Mother chuckled, a smile pulling at her weathered lips. "That I have. I must thank you again, for coming when you did." Her eyes flickered to the flurry of activity still going on inside Haven's chantry. "And it seems you brought all the Hinterlands with you."
"Just what wasn't nailed down." Lathalam joked, she and the cleric sharing a chuckle. "Was there something you needed?"
"Only to convey my thanks. I have already given Sister Nightingale the names of those who would agree to a meeting with you. I believe she has already sent her birds forth to Val Royaux. Maker willing, your visit should prove most beneficial to the Inquisition."
"I hope so, Revered Mother. The last thing anyone wants is for them to get so caught up in who ever's going to sit in some throne that they won't off their butts and do something about the gigantic hole in the sky. I've seen what happens when no one gives a fuck and it ain't pretty."
Mother Giselle paid no mind to the sisters who gasped behind her and simply nodded her head. "Very true, Herald. I pray the clerics have as firm a grasp on the situation as you do."

Lathalam craned her head up as they entered Val Royaux' fabled gilded gates. The entire city seemed as though it could have been some painters masterpiece put on display, larger than life. Her attention was brought back when a woman in a bright, multi-patterned dress gasped at their presence, clutching herself as she backed away as though to run.
"I think our reputation precedes us." Lathalam frowned when several other travelers cast wary eyes on them, several keeping their blades close but not brave enough to actually draw them on such a heavily armed and armored group.
"No shit," Varric mumbled, shaking his head at the pearl clutchers pointing and whispering to each other.
"Let's just get this over with." Lathalam ran her hands through her hair as they entered the Bazaar. From what one of Leliana's scouts had told them, there was a large contingent of Templars waiting for them. As the crowd gathered and the cleric on the dais made her scene, pandering like a sycophant, she wondered if Giselle's offer of help was nothing but a trap.
The entire crowd seemed to be taken aback, however when one of the templars climbed the dais and laid out the cleric with a right hook.
"Huh," Lethelam could see Cassandra shaking her head at her, warning her not to say anything stupid, but she wasn't particularly impressed with bully tactics. "So, we can add 'assaulting defenseless women' to your list of transgressions."
"I am not impressed by your bravado, 'Herald of Andraste'." The leader of this group, a man whom Cassandra seemed to know as Lord Seeker Lucius, addressed the entire group with barely hidden contempt for all present. "I came to see this Inquisition for myself. Your group has shown me nothing, and you, less than nothing."
"You have shown me plenty, Lord Seeker," Lathalam narrowed her eyes as she watched the large group march out of Val Royaux. She turned on her heel and climbed the dais and reached down to help the cleric to her feet, looking at the older woman's face. "Nasty work, there. You should probably get that looked at soon before it swells up any more."
Cassandra helped the cleric to a bench, speaking to the woman at length while the crowd, no longer entertained with the possibility with seeing a public execution, dispersed. Lathalam shook her head. As Cassandra rejoined the group, she had a crestfallen look on her face. "The message never reached the named clerics. These -," she seemed to have trouble coming up with a name that best suited the three clerics still sitting under an apple tree. "priests acquired the missives and used them to try to turn the templars against us.
Lethelam growled under her breath. "Bunch of grasping, power hungry, prideful, cowards. They wouldn't close the Breach if they had the power to because it wouldn't be politically expedient for them."
"Not all in the Chantry think as they do." Cassandra shook her head, her eyes looking in the direction of where the templars had gone to.
"Not all, but enough would use it as such to make such an endeavor all but impossible," Solas spoke up, choosing now to break his silence.
"Let's just get back to Haven and figure out our next move," Lathalam groused as she started toward the exit. An arrow struck next to her foot, a note attached to the shaft of the projectile. "Oh, for fuck's sake. This day just won't end, will it?"
Lathalam tossed the bag of breeches in the pile of clothing being sorted through to be distributed to the people calling Haven home. At least Sera had removed them from the guards before the group had filled them full of holes and burnt them to a crisp. She wanted nothing more than to find a quiet spot and just close her eyes. Sera was certainly friendly, but there was only so much chatting she could do before she needed to shut everyone out and just rest.
She found herself outside Solas' hut again and sat on the half wall just outside, pulling a long, woolen over coat around her shoulders to fend off the chill. The sounds from the chantry were muffled by the huts and wind which gave her a few moments to just sit and process the events of the last few days. Not only had she gotten rid of some piss-ant of a noble for Sera, she had met Madame le Fer, or less formally known as Vivienne, a politically connected mage within Val Royaux who seemed rather eager to join their little rag-tag Inquisition.
The two hadn't spoken so much as a few words to each other after the party at her estate. Where Lathalan hated politics, Vivienne, seemed to have taken to it like a fish to water. Still, she was a likable enough sort, even if Lathalam found her fashion sense a tad on the gauche side. She sighed and turned her head, staring at the Breach looming in the distance.
It was only a matter of time now before that thing was closed. Maybe then she'd be able to remember how she had gotten from her museum all the way in the Anderfels to this little crack of land on the Ferelden - Orlais border.
"Herald!"
Lathalam caught herself with one leg as Cassandra, a mug of warm cider in her hand, motioned for her to follow. She trotted after her, the two falling into a companionable silence as they entered the chantry. Lathalam sighed as the door to the War Room closed; it was now or never.
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