Arl Eamon is still sick, so Teagan has come down from his study long enough to tell them how to go fetch a miracle. It's all very casual. They might as well make a him sign that reads "will perform impossible tasks for food."
They're in the foyer, hunched over a pile of notes that the Bann has brought down. Teagan is trying to ignore the servants who are scrubbing Isolde's blood from the floor; Alistair is trying to ignore the muffled yelling coming from the dungeon. The servants all have their hands on their pointy ears, wincing, and he hears one of them mutter that they'll need to repair the damage that was done during the attack to block out more of the sound because this is just embarrassing.
Jowan is down there. Not being tortured; even he can grudgingly admit that the man saved Connor's life, which is an impossible task of its own.
(Everyone knows that there's nothing left for the bloodmage but death or Tranquility – and at the mention of the latter Jowan and Verissa both look at him like he's suggested feeding them to the Darkspawn.)
Verissa's been down with him for hours.
He can't imagine what all the yelling's coming from.
It's Jowan doing most of it, and he can't make out words through the stone but it sounds like the man has launched into a full-fledged rant by now. If Verissa were the one yelling it would make sense. Blood magic and all. Obviously. But (and it's getting harder and harder to concentrate on Teagan's notes, because now he can hear footfalls coming up the dungeon steps) Jowan isn't stopping, seems to be getting louder. This is so far removed from their huggy reunion, what on earth could the bloodmage possibly have to say that –
"...didn't you tell me? What happened to best friends? I don't care about 'just in case' they c-"
Verissa slams shut the door and leans against it as if trying to block more of Jowan's shouts with her body.
Alistair raises an eyebrow. "What was that?"
She looks up; her eyes flicker a for an instant before they drop to the side. "Lilly." Teagan is narrowing his eyes and Alistair opens his mouth to press the issue but then she moves forward, laying slender gloved hands on the papers they have spread out on the table. "Right, what crazy stunt are we pulling this time?"