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Lisa Smith

A heavy sighed could be heard from Lisa as Cash left. Once again, the Ferelden culture was preventing any form of communication between her and the locals here. How was she to know that there was discrimination in Ferelden? She was from the Free Marches, and the only thing that she was aware of about the situation in Ferelden was that the Blight was coming, the king was dead and the wardens had been blamed for the death of the king.

Well, while she wasn’t able to get a direct answer concerning the situation, she was receiving some interesting ideas of who was working with who. The two mages and the Templar was present, along with the warrior woman, whom Lisa had failed to spy on, and the company of associates seemed to just increase with every moment. Meatheads who simply barged in disrupting their discussion.
Facinating. Mages, rouges and even warriors are now binding together. If the tales of the Grey Wardens weren’t too far off, then it would be more than possible that these Grey Wardens possess a certain charisma for entrancing people into joining their causes, Lisa thought and then stood up, she moved towards the group, looking from table to table to look less suspicious as she approached the group.

“If it is not a job for the Wardens, then perhaps it is a job for me,”[/i] Lisa heard. She had an internal battle with herself at that moment, as she didn’t want to look up and start scanning the people for whom it could be. It could be any of the people, Lisa told herself to ensure that she wouldn’t make any obvious moves of her curiosity…Other than having purposefully followed Cash to the group.

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Bruce had to admit that Ser Severia was either resourceful or knew quite a few people that would accompany her, and her Wardens, in her mission against Teyrn Loghain. Bruce did, throughout the majority of the conversations, remain silent as he didn’t have much of an opinion concerning how they were going to get to Loghain.

As the topic of assassination came up, Bruce shook his head and agreed with Antius, “Antius has a point here. Just by making one man disappear we can risk sparking something even greater. Politics is a chemistry that is far from as simple as it may sound. I may not be involved with politics, however as Antius said, some of these politicians are tied to each other through emotions, while other sees a profit through certain, unpopular leaders.
If we are to be responsible for the sudden disappearance of the King…I would recommend that we find a solid rock to hide beneath.”

Bruce had to be honest. He discouraged assassination, but he couldn’t go so far and just openly challenge it, demand with his loud and authentic voice that they find an alternative. Bruce had, in all essence, done some of these assassination for the Chantry…Technically, when he had personally killed and executed apostates and heretics, he had taken the life of these people into his own hand and decided their fate. Though they hadn’t been for political, or financial, gain; it had always been religion and personal hatred.

Bruce, again, nodded with Antius, concerning slavery, “A slaver…So it is true what they say about the Grey Wardens then,” Bruce said, shooting the Wardens a disapproving look, “There is no man, or woman, too high or too low for you. Ser Sev, I trust you know what you are doing.”
Bruce disliked the idea of having a slave owner with them, however he wasn’t in command, thus he was simply sharing his thoughts without any expectations that they would be even considered by the Wardens.

Antius’ last statement woke Bruce’s Templar instincts. His eyes widen and his head turned and began to scan the accused, “Apostate…Blood Mage?” the sentence was both a question and an accusation. The sound of Bruce’s sword being drawn was like a snake hissing at an enemy or prey while his eyes were locked on Blowyn.

For those who were watching, it was undeniably obvious that Bruce was getting ready to start a fight with the mage. His lips was moving in a preparation to counter her magic, his sword was being drawn and blue flames could be seen licking the blade as his sword was prepared with Righteous Strike.



“Hey there, toughie, no need to start some brawl is there?” Lisa quickly said, jumping in and getting as close as she could to the angry Templar, and between him and the accused Blood Mage.
Lisa wasn’t there to save the Blood Mage, she was there to prevent the Templar from destroying a potential meat shield and key for a greater plan that Lisa had managed to formulate while she had been listening to the conversation of the group.

“I couldn’t help hear your small plans, and I must admit that they sound very potential, and I think I might be able to lend an additional hand to your plans,” Lisa said. “Lisa Smith, of the Free Marches, at your service.”
“Stand aside,” Bruce hissed and took the first step towards Blodwyn.
“Sure, but I’ll be glad not to be in your shoes when you stand before the Divine and explain that you were responsible for the failure of a high priority Chantry mission.”

Bruce looked at Lisa with suspicion, “Explain,” he demanded.
“Oh it’s simple, the Chantry wants to see action taken against the Blight and thus they send me to see how the current state of Ferelden is, as well as the political stability…Well, you seem to be motivated to bring a balance between the two, thus I would be more than glad to provide you with my services. Oh, and before you ask, yes, I am an agent of the Chantry.”
Bruce turned and looked at Severia, “Ser Sev…Your orders?” Bruce asked, though he had to force the question out of himself as he dearly wanted to simply stab the damn apostate/blood mage own at the spot.