"You know those days when you pissed off the entire Imperium and both chantry's at once? How could you know? No one would ever be stupid enough to interrupt a meeting between the Divine's and the Archon! Well no one besides me that is." Hawke hung upside down, his feet shackled to the top of the cage he was currently in, with a crowd eagerly chanting for his head. A man in rich robes that left his arms free walked forward with a stride that spoke of arrogance, stopping in front of the door to the cage and swept his arms out in a grand gesture. He spoke loudly and with authority, magic laced with every word.
"Behold the fool that sought my head! Behold the arrogant mage that deemed himself my better!" He smiled with a gleam in his eyes he turned slowly back to Hawke and spat in his face. "Tell me worm, who sought my blood? Who dare raise his hand against his better?" The Archon shouted the words in Hawke's cringing face.
Hawke with a smile of his own, "I never rat out an employer, especially one as rich and powerful as them."
"Then you shall die a most horrible death. You'll be boiled alive, with no chance of drowning yourself and escaping," he said.
"In that case. It was the guy in the ugly robes and the atrocious pointy hat, he is standing to the right and is looking fairly shocked
