Lady Josephine and the Saarebas Herald

The Qunari's Attempt at a Date and the Assassin's Attempt on her Life

The Vashoth sat at the table especially reserved for her and her date. Cullen insisted that some inquisition guards be added to the local ranks already patrolling the area and with hesitation, the mage accepted the offer. Currently the grey one had been clearing her mind and her throat readying for her chief diplomat to arrive. Finally while the herald was with bated breath, Josephine arrived.

She was wearing her usual clothes though this wasn't much of a disappointment as they already seemed fit for almost any formal event. Her ebony hair glistening with the reflections of the surrounding lighting, her eyes sparkling with the spirit of a bard, a business woman, a woman wonderfully in love with a heart-pounding enthusiasm.

Adaar blushed nervously before steadying her breathing and preparing herself to officially begin this night of romance. "You look nice today, Josephine."

"As do you Inquisitor." Lady Montilyet responded in a similarly lovely but more confident tone.

At almost the perfect time after both were seated, what seemed like a waiter hand picked by the manager of the establishment to positively represent the faculty as a whole before the inquisition had come over to the table. This was probably the first time Adaar had ordered any food after becoming the Inquisitor now that she thought of it. Usually she couldn't even afford a drink let alone a full meal at a place like this no matter how much Ferelden charm had worn down the place. To say the least Adaar was curious of how it would even taste.

After a short moment the inquisitor realized she was in a position in which no matter what, one of them would have to initiate a social conversation. "So, I, um..." She said, stumbling over her words. "W-we should probably get to know eachother more...?" Adaar said slightly unsure of her own suggestion.

"Yes, of course." Said Josephine, "I used to be a bard sometime around after my family had been exiled, it was a fun and carefree life while it lasted but one day I realized that I had been foolish and reckless during my travels so I decided to put my silver tongue to spinning deals and negotiations rather than songs, but the occasional extravagant tale is required to keep the masses inspired by the inquisition's cause."

Foolish and reckless? It was almost unbelievable for the Vashoth to see Josephine as anything close to that.
"What had you been before the inquisitor might I ask? I never got much information on your own past life and occupation." The diplomat inquired, ears and memory ready to absorb the qunari woman's response.

The mage pondered a short memoir before proceeding to give a summary of the events of her life before the rift. "I was a scholar. As soon as my parents had found out they had found me a mentor to educate me in the arcane arts. He and I had traveled to the Divine Conclave for a reason that slips my mind, he may've been an old circle mage but I'm unsure. For the looks of it he most likely died in the blast..." By now she had come to terms with her teacher's death but the memory of him brought up again induced a solemn sense of mourning with her.

Lightening the mood ever so slightly after a period of time implying that the cooks took their time to make things to perfection but with the inquisitor and Lady's convenience in mind, the waiter returned, setting their meals upon the table and lifted up the cloches. Almost instantly something was off. The Vashoth sniffed the air, a familiar scent being inhaled.

"Is something the matter, Lady Adaar?" Said the server nervously.

The qunari studied her plate while making sure that Josephine not touch her own. Strangely, she dug her finger into it slightly, after pulling it out she rubbed the tip of it against the table. A shrill, nails-on-chalkboard sound came from the inquisitor's newly armored finger as it was scraped against the edge.

Adaar stood up, towering over the serving boy. "That, in all honesty was a terrible mistake." She said. The same toxic substance put into that dish was the same use to create vitaar, it did anything but harm a qunari but she could not say the same for Josephine. With the wave of her hand the man before her was frozen in place, a trick of Vivienne's she had figured out after a while.

The inquisitor turned to Josephine with a look of apology in her eyes. "So sorry our date had to be so cut short, darling." Was she allowed to call Josephine that? They hadn't tried calling each other names like that before. Lady Montilyet gave an understanding nod "It is a shame when one cannot simply indulge in a small romantic endeavor without almost having someone make an attempt at one's head."