"He is a criminal!"
Shouted the seeker, banging her fist on the table furiously.
"In a world where the value of a child's life is measured by his race and his parents fortune, who isn't" The Inquisitor spoke coldly with a hint of defiance in her black eyes.
"besides he isn't more criminal than a chantry sister exalting a stupid, cruel mob to exterminate the unfaithful, killing children and raping women for the glory of Andraste"
Ka'hyna Lavellan was ready for this conversation, she knew that sooner or later it would come to this.
Leliana hanged her head, she had a lot to do as new Divine. changing things and mentalities was going to be a hard task.
"I hope for your own good, that nobody hears you speaking such things Inquisitor" muttered Josephine visibly shocked and incredulous.
"So what, herald? you think that Samson is some sort of misunderstood revolutionary hero?" the commander chuckled dryly and continued, "you are talking about social justice and the involvement of religious institutes in politics and I know the man, he is an idiot, so dumb he wouldn't probably know what you are talking about".
he was perhaps right but...
"He is not the revolutionary hero, I am" She looked straight into the commander's eyes.
"How long before your soldiers turn against you hero? I wonder, as I hear them speaking almost every day of the Inquisitor's nocturnal escapade" now he was more angry than annoyed
"I don't give a shit about what they say"
"I'm still going to tell you, they joke about it, how every night the Inquisitor leaves the red templar's bedroom stinking of his smell and his spunk. she must like it rough, they say, like a good elven whore."
"And you enjoy listening so much that You won't do anything about it? or will you commander?"
"I already dismissed them Lavellan! but at this rate I would have to dismiss more than half of my soldiers"
"Some intimate matters must be treated with discretion, Inquisitor" the spymaster stated. no please Leliana don't let me down on this!
"I am dalish, who I'm is etched on my skin, tattooed on my face, I won't live a lie, and I won't hide, next time remind our soldiers who faced Corepheus, twice, and killed him, while they were peeing their pants, and if they insist on acting like the ingrate little bitches they are, then make them recall who still have the anchor and his power and to whom our allies are loyal"
She was furious as she stormed off.
she had the last word in this argument but it was a matter of time before the subject would be brought up again.