She knew several ways to kill these fools. Self-confident idiots that trusted so much in their cliche perceived advantages, like how they towered over her in arrogance, as they looked down their crooked noses at her, believing they held all the cards like in a game of Wicked Grace. The ironic thing was she was both wicked, and offered no grace.
"Mistress - I, and in extension, the Chantry, have had enough of your cajoling. Either you provide the correct documents for passage, or you will be jailed for the duration of the Conclave."
This, Chancellor Roderick, first of my order, as he magnanimously claimed, was a perpetual thorn in her side, being a nug's ass for no other reason than derisively believing that her presence there couldn't possibly be correct, and something was amiss. And the annoying thing was he was right, but this wasn't the reason for his stonewalling. The guards to either side of him who had stopped her expedited trip to the Temple of Sacred Ashes were stopping everyone not of human origin as if they were all saboteurs to the proceedings, the hatred in their eyes cueing her that she was in fact correct on all counts, and had taken her to someone that was sympathetic to their biases.
The issue was this Roderick character was obviously a Stone-be-damned purist, and couldn't possibly comprehend that nearly all his brothers & sisters of the faith had no qualms receiving their necessities through less than holy means. In other words, the Carta.
"I am welcome by the Templars. Find Knight-Captain Randford." She was not one to mince words. She said all she needed to say, and not one piece more.
"I am not familiar with a 'Knight-Captain Randford', and have stated this before. All traffic for the Conclave is directed through me, and if I am not aware of it, it is either nonexistent, or of ill repute." His tone, and the guards readying their weapons, conveyed all she needed to know. Her left hand discreetly found the secret sleeve on her breeches where her knockout darts were located. Roderick would be an easy one to incapacitate, as he had no armor to speak of. With the guards, she'd have to be more precise, either nailing a shot to the neck, or one of the chinks in their armor. Good thing she wasn't rusty. The only problem was where to hide the bodies in the now bustling town of Haven. And where was that Stone-be-damned Templar, and what did she pay him for?
"Chancellor, what is the meaning of this confrontation?" came an even voice from behind the self-righteous man and his guard, the four of them turning their attention to a curly-blond and tree of a man, wearing Templar armor with a surprising amount of pomp and dignity, a red pelt adorning his rigid composure as he walked out of the local Chantry with a curious frown as his hand rested on the pommel of his greatsword, seemingly as assurance, according to her first impressions.
"Knight-Commander. Hopefully you can help me finally shut down this dwarf's incessant insistence that she is welcome here. She has provided no documentation or evidence that her presence here is valid, beyond the lyrium lode behind her, and vagaries that amount to, 'find Knight-Captain Randford'. I was about to jail her for her obvious intention to disrupt -"
"I know Randford. He handles all lyrium transactions for the Templar Order and Seekers in this region, Chancellor, which is separated from Chantry matters, so I believe this would give me proper jurisdiction to handle this matter," the Templar answered once again evenly, seemingly used to this type of issue.
"But I handle all traffic for this special occasion, Commander, and the lack of documentation-,"
" - Can be handled by me, Chancellor. The Right Hand of the Divine placed me in position to oversee the security of this occasion, and test the veracity of any claimants. I will take it from here," was the readied statement from the Templar, his voice now emanating a measure of steel, though his tone remained on the razor's edge of diplomacy.
A long silence as the guards traded looks, not seeming to want to take a side, rather sink into the shadows like the cowards they were now that their insecurities were being threatened. Roderick, though chastened, swallowed lightly and kept his head high. "Very well. Though, know I will revive your liberal interpretation of Chantry security later with Seeker Pentaghast."
The Knight-Commander simply gave a grunt as the Chantry slave and his lapdogs turned away, but not before Roderick could offer a derisive sniff in her direction. She slowly let go of her darts. The Templar then gave her a cordial smile.
"I am Commander -"
"Rutherford. I've heard of you from Randford." She didn't like how that rolled off her tongue. The blunt interruption managed to throw off the soldier in front of her, causing the man to drop the smile, moving his hands behind his back formally as he gave her a flat look.
"Indeed. The captain mentioned a representative from Orzammar's Shaperate lyrium affairs was to arrive, though under more...inconspicuous means. I understand the need for discretion during these times."
So. Her cover still held, good. She wasn't looking forward to the possibility of battling this obviously seasoned man if he suspected something. But, he was talking again.
"I am not informed of these things, other than a simple itinerary given to me, and some sketches to identify. I believe this is you, Mistress Orwen," Rutherford said, rustling in one of his side pockets, pulling out a crumpled papyrus paper, flashing her with the very crude and humiliating attempt to depict her in illustration form.
Randford and his stupid attempts at sketches, she thought with an annoyed mental huff at the demeaning drawing in front of her that did her no favors. Her whole face was blocky and crooked, making her look like a golem. She would have some choice words for his "passion" later.
She simply nodded to the Commander, though, who gave her one in return. "Very good, then. I will have some of my men escort you to the Temple no worse the wear. I will say that there will be no deviations from the path, and my men have been informed as such. If you try to leave your escort, you will be jailed and questioned, which I have no doubt would please the good Chancellor," he said, willing to give her another smile, which she huffed at. By no means.
As long as she could reach Randford, his alibi for her would be enough so that she could attend the proceedings at will, and see the present atmosphere on what was what, and how it concerned her clan, and their lifeblood. After all, she wouldn't let anyone else do it. No one had objected. They knew she was the one for the job. The problem always came with outside variables. Loose ends. Someone was always slipping up, not keeping up their end. In this case, Randford. She didn't care in the slightest he was a Templar - in fact, that leashed him to her and her people and was perfect leverage, considering their craft. The surface and its power would be nothing without their supply of Blue Blood. And so the reason for her presence here. The most consequential thing in Thedas since the Blight. They would hear her voice, however much indirectly. After all, she was Queen Cadash of the Underworld.