Cassandra waited in the main hall of the Chantry for the pair. She had considered meeting them in her offices, but decided against it for the sake of making a point to the Grand Knight Commander, that his men were susceptible to being corrupted by this new batch of blood mages that had came into being - they all were. The Grand Cleric Orlea would sit in as the personal representative of the Divine.
The siblings entered the hall with almost no sign of awe about their august surroundings; they may as well have entered a high-end tavern, or an overly decorated bordello.
The giant, Cormack, was as massive and intimidating as he was rumored to be. But even given his physical size, the act he'd committed seemed surreal - twenty Templars, three of them awol captains... dead as doornails' in less then ten minutes, single-handed: Terrifying.
But it was the malificar, the sister, Lilith, that held her fascination: Flawless skin, white as cotton; large, full, firm breasts soft as pillows, jiggled alluringly in her low neck purple and red silk dress, which wrapped about her salacious curvaceous body like cascading water in moonlight as she approached; and the full, soft pouting lips, moistened by a slowly stroking tongue as her captivating blue eyes gazed playfully into the force of Cassandra's steely gaze, suggested she was every bit a desire demon made flesh, and seemed to revel in it. "See something you want?," the pale beauty sighed as she stepped to her.
Cassandra was caught off guard by the deliberate suggestiveness of the question; till Cormack tossed the bag of heads to the granite before her.
"Twenty five in all," the walking statue thundered, "all Tevinter trained, all related, all dead. Paper - please. Unless you want us to stay till you get confirmation."
Cassandra eyed Lilith as the beauty adjusted her shoulder straps - accentuating her breasts further.
Lilith caught her, but made no attempt to embarrass her, she simply smiled.
"No need," Cassandra sighed, and offered her an envelope, "Your official exclusion papers, your service to the Prophet Andraste has earned both you and your mother exclusion from the Circle; nor will you be harassed by any agent of this order"
"And if I want to be, harassed?," Lilith asked pointedly, "say... by a lovely, strong, 'almost' fearless Seeker?"
Cassandra blushed.
"You may be needed yet to serve Our Lady," the Grand Cleric suggested, "would you be willing to give the High Seeker another hand?"
"More," Lilith sighed, her eyes locked with Cassandra's.