---Gann Mulsantir---
“The chance is appreciated, Ser,” he told the woman Knight and gave her a curt nod of the head. He was sure that he would prove himself one way or the other and travelling for some time with company would not be too bad. Gann had found himself a bit curious as to how it would be to be surrounded by others. Plus, if ever it struck him, he could always leave.
He was not surprised, rather approving, to hear Merle step up to the decision as well. She did not ask the woman Knight to join, but almost demanded it, her tone of voice stubborn and steadfast. Gann felt the shadow of a smile run across his lips at that. He had always had respect for those who could stand up for their ideals and for their own intentions (as long as those intentions were just and of merit).
And then, after the Tevinter siblings had burst into the tavern and after the bald Templar had caught wind of the woman being a blood mage, a scene erupted in the tavern.
The Templar made a move towards the woman, ready to strike her down, but the man who was with her moved in front, his own blade and shield held at the ready. “They are much the same, those two,” Gann commented to Merle, but loud enough for others to hear, “they each itch for a fight, and that is plain to see.” He shook his head, clearly not impressed.
“I have met many people of the sort,” he said, lowering his voice to speak only to Merle, “and they have always been humans. That is one of the many reasons I find the Dalish to be much more agreeable.” He shook his head again, making a ‘tch’ sound.
---Valen Akritas---
“One more step towards my sister, you insolent cur, and you and your precious Chantry would be in shit so deep that you will find yourself drowning in excrement.” Valen had his sword drawn and pointed and his shield (which he took with himself everywhere) at the ready the minute the Templar had dared to take so much as a step in his sister’s direction.
He took a step to the side, blocking his sister’s body with his own. He had the advantage of height over this man, and he would use anything else at his disposal to keep his sister safe.
“Do it, dog. Strike her. Strike her and continue to spit your hypocrisies to the world, you who know nothing yet dare to condemn my sister.” He felt the anger roiling inside of him. “Your actions are an offense to my family, and that will not go unpunished. You will make your apologies to the Lady Blodwyn, or there will be no deals of any sort.” He would have continued to rave, but felt his sister’s hand on his shoulder, restraining him.
“The Maker will judge this man, not you, brother,” Blodwyn told him, patting his shoulder, through his armor, in a reassuring manner.
---Blodwyn Akritas---
Blodwyn stepped away from Valen and moved over to stand by Ceallach, taking him by the arm and shifting him a few inches in front of herself, just in case. She angled her body behind him, feeling wary, but then addressed Ser Sev.
“If you wish our aid to get into the ball, Ser Sev, the Templar must be kept under control lest he decides to lash out against every high standing blood mage Tevinter has birthed.” Blodwyn’s tone of voice was unyielding in its coldness. She had no ill will towards the Lady Knight, but any shreds of respect Blodwyn could have mustered for the Templar in question had withered away. The majority of Tevinter nobles were mages, and the majority of those mages were blood mages. If that Templar was to come along, he would have to be kept under constant check.
“My family and I are here under diplomatic immunity. As I have heard, Ferelden is under great strain, and poor relations with Tevinter would not do your country, nor ours, any good," she added. Tevinter took their nobility very seriously indeed, especially their mages. A slight such as the murder of a Tevinter mage under diplomatic immunity was sure to destroy any good relations between the two countries. At worst, it could start a political war.
She turned to look at the Templar, her attentions only for him. “My brother and I have no qualms with allowing a group as large as this come along as our guests. Ser Sev asked and we complied, but that does not mean that deals cannot be broken.” She drew her hands apart, as if to say ‘we can go without your lot or with it’. “Listen to my brother’s words; make your apology, and I will forget this slight. If not, then sadly there shall be no ball to speak of.”