When Country Meets Thedas

Meeting Chancellor Roderick

Reagan stood next to the warrior woman, she was sure she heard Varric call her Seeker, and saw the angry glare she gave the man standing next to the hooded redhead she remembered from the dungeon. Glancing around, she noted the many wrapped bodies of dead men and women and hardened herself against the sight. Death comes to us all during times of war, and this is definitely a war – a crazy fucking, out of my mind, what the fuck am I doing here, kind of war she reminded herself, following behind the woman.

"You made it. Chancellor Roderick, this is–" the hooded woman began before the man in his white and red robes interrupted her rudely.

"I know who she is. As Grand Chancellor of the Chantry, I hereby order you to take this criminal to Val Royeaux to face execution."

"Wait... what?" Reagan sputtered, and the Seeker held her hand up halting whatever she was going to say.

Cassandra squared her shoulders and raised an eyebrow at him with revulsion.

"'Order me'? You are a glorified clerk, a bureaucrat!"

You tell him, girl!

"And you are a thug, but a thug who supposedly serves the Chantry!" The Chancellor snapped back at her condescendingly.

Reagan shoved the Seeker out of her way, taking Cassandra and everyone else by surprise as she stepped closer to the table towards the man who was being a complete asshole.

"Are you some special kind of 'touched'?!" she snarled. Pointing at the sky, she held his brown gaze angrily. "There is a gigantic hole in the damn sky and you're worried about having them 'arrest me'?"

The Seeker laid her hand on her shoulder trying to obviously calm her, which would have worked until the robed man spoke.

"You brought this on us in the first place!" he spat at her angrily.

Reagan didn't think she had ever been so angry before and felt her blood boil as she stared at him, clenching her fists on the table ready to punch him in the nose.

"You listen here you snide little shit... and you listen real good. I did no such thing, and if you accuse me again, I will come across this table and beat the hell outta ya, you understand me you pompous little skin of a snails ass?"

Reagan was leaning over the table, her fists clenched in bloodless knuckles as she loomed over the Chancellor angrily while he was busy trying to back away from her. Varric outright laughed at what was going on while Solas covered his mouth slightly coughing at the scene she painted. Cassandra and Leliana shared a look before Cassandra grabbed her arm.

"I will..." she snorted and gave Reagan a small smile. "Handle it," she finished and looked at Chancellor Roderick who was staring at the prisoner nervously. What she had called the Chancellor was quite accurate and she found herself trying to school her features into an expression of indifference.

"We can stop this before it's too late, Chancellor," Cassandra replied quickly.

The Chancellor's gaze moved from the prisoners to her and looked skeptical.

"How? You won't survive long enough to reach the temple, even with all your soldiers."

"We must get to the temple. It's the quickest route," Cassandra stubbornly insisted ignoring the look from Leliana.

"But not the safest; our forces can charge as a distraction while we go through the mountains," Leliana tells them and Cassandra shakes her head at her.

"We lost contact with an entire squad on that path. It's too risky."

Cassandra held Leliana's gaze and Reagan cleared her throat uncomfortably, making them both look at her.