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Antius frowned a bit as Bruce rose to challenge Blodwyn and Valen, not that he could blame him. Years of training and conditioning were what were guiding Bruce now. Templars were almost like machines in that aspect. They were trained to hunt Apostates and Maleficarum and a Blood Mage brazenly claiming diplomatic immunity was simply too much for Ser Bruce. Nevertheless, he caught Blysse's words and he nodded slowly, frowning a bit. Was he becoming a zealot from his one encounter with Blood Magi, via Jowan? He wasn't sure. He had come to detest blood magic ever since that incident, but if this blood mage could help them...

"Right. Strawberry syrup. Got it," Antius noted before turning to Ser Bruce and grimacing at his rant. He could understand the man's anger and reactions, nonetheless, his words about mages stung. Magic was a gift and not a curse as so many Templars believed. He scowled at him. Nevertheless, he'd keep himself from losing his temper at the man as well and would try to calm him down. He had learned more than magic from First Enchanter Irving, after all.

"We do not have definitive proof that she's a Blood Mage and, if anyone deserves Blood Magic used on them, it's Darkspawn. Let us just get this ball over with and, after the Blight, you can go ahead and hunt her or bring her before the Chantry or whatever it is that you're required to do. Our quest is too important; forbidden magics recklessly used can bring great destruction, but we know that the Darkspawn will destroy the entire world if they are left unchecked. Just be vigilant for now... If Ser Sev trusts them, then I do, at least a little."