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FORM:Sending Crystal.
SENDER: James Norrington
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: An Announcement.
WHEN: Solarus.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Right amount of sarcasm? It's Norrington.

Good afternoon, All. My name is James Norrington, Knight Commander of the Inquisition's Templars, and I am here to inform you that I have been named as the Templar Liasion. That means that if you have a concern about my fellow Templars, you may bring it to me. If it is deemed important enough, or it is an issue that we cannot take care of internally, then then I will bring it to Inquisition Leadership. I will be more than happy to listen to any of your complaints, and try to resolve it peacefully and with great expediency.

[And now, a pained sigh.]

However, if it is you just saying that you think templars smell funny, or you don't like my hair, or if you just want to randomly throw a fireball at a templar? Then I am going to make fun of you, and send you on your way. If you want to get all your rude comments out now? Then I am sitting outside, enjoying this fine summer weather and finishing up my reports. You can do it here, or come and sit across the way from me, if you're feeling daring.

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[She always manages to draw out the affection of animals. It's the predator in her. The wildness, the otherness.

Obligingly, she leans over to pat his head, between his ears.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Interceptor. You should know that you have a very kind master.

[Certainly it is the petting, too. Interceptor wiggles with happiness, encouraging her to rub his belly as well. He is a shameless thing about belly rubs.

Then he rolls up, barks at her cheerily, then runs back to barrel into James's legs. Clearly, he agrees.]

... He's rather like a small trebuchet projectile.

[She laughs at the dog's antics, pleased to see someone having a good time.]

A siege weapon?

[Oh yes. She knows all about sieges.]

I'd happily open the gates to an invasion force like him.

One pup battering ram.

[Interceptor barked as James smirked down at him, wriggling under his owner's hand.]

Don't be fooled. This adorable face will be begging you for scraps soon enough.

Adorable things can be the most dangerous.

[Rather like Ariadne herself.

But she grazes over that, taking a few timid steps in Norrington's direction.]

I've been meaning to come find you. To thank you, actually. You were the only one who would dance with me at the soiree.

[Which wasn't to say that other men didn't notice Ariadne. Men always notice Ariadne. But the gentlemen of the party were all terribly reserved, leaving her to wonder if they were afraid of her.]

Well ... considering what I know of the Dalish, I would have to agree.

[Beautiful people - absolutely dangerous.

Now that surprised him, and his eyebrows shot upwards.]

...It was my pleasure, but you will assuredly find more partners at the next ball.

Not as long as I have this.

[She holds out her palm, showing off the shard. As attractive as Ariadne may be to Human males, being a Rifter is a suitable repellent.]

[He looked at the shard, and then arched an eyebrow at her.]

Clearly you have never met an Orlesian. They find beauty and despair intoxicating.

[She tilts her head to one side.]

Are you calling me despairing?

I would never.

[He leans back with a smirk.] You're the least despairing person I know.

Then you must be calling me beautiful.

[She immediately regrets it. She was only joking around, after all.]

I'm glad I'm not despairing, anyway.

I would never deny that you are.

[He tipped his head, with a gentle, light smile. Yes, he knows she's teasing.]

So what are you up to?

[Ariadne shrugs slightly.]

Still looking for a way to be useful.

[Both dark eyebrows raise together.]

I thought you were helping with the refugees?

Where I can.

But still...I wish I could do more.

Have you talked to one of the advisors - or perhaps to that Obi-Wan Kenobi fellow? I understand he's in charge of helping out all you rifters.

I've spoken to him a little.

[She pauses, wrinkling her nose.]

He has some strange ideas about things.

[Now both of his eyebrows go further up on his brow.]

Strange ideas? What kind of strange ideas?

Have you heard of his order? The "Jedi?"

Only snippets, here and there. What about them?

They don't make sense to me.

They're supposed to defend and protect civilization, but they can't partake in it. No marriage. No children.

How can you defend something that you don't have?

Well, many templars make the same sacrifice. It is devotion to a higher ideal - to be purely dedicated to their cause and not allow themselves to be distracted by outside influences. Like a wife, or husband, or child.

That makes no sense.

By having something to care about, you learn empathy. And that's what inspires you to fight.

[She pauses.]

Well, it inspires me, anyway.

Different things inspire different people, Ariande.

[He stated simply.]

We are not all moved the same way.

I...

I suppose.

[But she doesn't look entirely convinced.]

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