[You hear that sound? That's the sound of James Norrington pinching his brow.]
Maker's Breath. Maker's Breath.
You know the other Knight Commanders will never agree to this. Andraste's Sacred Knickers, the rest of the Templar Order will never agree.
[Another pause.] I don't agree! There is no way in the Maker's Golden City that we are giving protection to the murderer of Grand Cleric of Kirkwall and countless other innocent clerics, mothers, and brothers!
If had only known who that man was, I wouldn't have made such a lofty promise.
[There's no amount of words for his digust right now. He's agitated.]
How much more of ourselves do we have to sacrifice for the sake of this wretched coalition? Surely this man, Anders, should face absolute judgment through our hands but they give him pardon instead.
The entire affair has me sickened, James. I know I played the fool in all this but I hold no power in this decision.
None of us do. The Inquisition has given him over to the Wardens and the Wardens are abiding by that decision. If we have anything to say -- we need to direct it to them.
[It takes a moment for Alayre to reply since he's sipping on his wine. He needs to drink a little before he tells Norrington this bit of news. He's been keeping an eye on things from afar.]
...Well, you could try your luck with that Kaisa. However, we would have more luck conversing with the air over her.
Well, we can always go and speak to them - but let us be clear, Alayre. We are not here representing the entire Order. Just ourselves, and our concerns.
[Because he's not willing to drag them all into a fight with the damned Wardens, but someone should say something.]
That goes without saying, James. This is our fight and I will not sully the name of the entire Order for the sake of my personal involvement in this matter.
[His voice is quite stern now. Alayre is ready to go war over this nonsense.
He really is.]
Anders will not make a fool out of me twice. The Wardens must be swayed to reason.
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What if I did? What if I told the very man who single-handedly lead Thedas down this spiral of doom a safe haven here? Then what?
[Alayre pours himself yet another glass of wine. He's going to drink his sorrows away today. Maker be damned.]
He not only had me fooled but the entire Inquisition as well. We've all been had, James.
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Maker's Breath. Maker's Breath.
You know the other Knight Commanders will never agree to this. Andraste's Sacred Knickers, the rest of the Templar Order will never agree.
[Another pause.] I don't agree! There is no way in the Maker's Golden City that we are giving protection to the murderer of Grand Cleric of Kirkwall and countless other innocent clerics, mothers, and brothers!
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[There's no amount of words for his digust right now. He's agitated.]
How much more of ourselves do we have to sacrifice for the sake of this wretched coalition? Surely this man, Anders, should face absolute judgment through our hands but they give him pardon instead.
The entire affair has me sickened, James. I know I played the fool in all this but I hold no power in this decision.
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[A pause.]
Who is their leader?
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...Well, you could try your luck with that Kaisa. However, we would have more luck conversing with the air over her.
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...I would rather deal with Asher.
[Which is saying quite a lot.]
There has to be a place to leave these Wardens a damned letter.
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[Guess who's getting a tad testy here.]
The Wardens must answer to this unjust sentence.
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[Because he's not willing to drag them all into a fight with the damned Wardens, but someone should say something.]
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[His voice is quite stern now. Alayre is ready to go war over this nonsense.
He really is.]
Anders will not make a fool out of me twice. The Wardens must be swayed to reason.
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