Almost three weeks had pasted since the Divines letter and Angelle still hadn't been able to tell Anders about it. Once again she was sitting in the Chantry looking through old documents. Not that it really mattered any longer, but what else could she do? Her thoughts kept drifting between unimaginable heartache and hope. She imagined herself and Anders dieing. She tried to picture what their children would look like. She was so deep in thought she didn't even notice Sebastian walking up behind her. Startled she turned around.
"Sebastian! I didn't see you."
"My apologize, I didn't mean to frighten you. Do you have a moment?"
"Of course. What is on your mind?"
" Her grace wishes to speak to you, I believe she has a request to make of you."
"Then I will go now."
As she stood up Sebastian caught her hand and she looked at him. This couldn't be good.
"Please wait. I have hardly made my intension towards you a secret. You mean the world to me Hawke, I can't imagine being without you. Would you pledge yourself to me and to the maker? A chased marriage in his eyes."
"Oh, Sebastian. I am returning to Orlais in a matter of weeks. I couldn't possibly make such a commitment, when I won't be here to for fill it."
"I have thought about that. What if we made our wows here and I joined you in Orlais in a few months?"
Luckily one of the sisters in the Chantry chose this moment to interrupt, also notifying Hawke that her grace wished to see her. Angelle went directly to her grace with Sebastian right behind her.
"Your grace?"
"Thank you for coming, Hawke. I have received word from the divine. One of her agents, Sister Nightingale, wants to meet with you and Sebastian tonight. If the tension between mages and templars continue I fear the Divine would consider an exalted march."
"Surely the Divine wouldn't treat the whole city as enemies?" Sebastian questioned with disbelief.
"She is concerned, Sebastian. It is never wise to draw the concerns of the powerful."
Angelle's mind was racing. Was this why the Divine seemed willing to slow the process of the changes she suggested? Had The Divine herself lost hope that this could end peacefully? Angelle barely heard the rest of the conversation, but agreed to come to the Chantry again tonight.
That evening she as she came into view of the Chantry, Angelle saw Anders exiting it. She almost called out to him, but decided that it was unwise. What was he doing there? He hated the Chantry because he saw it as an institution of tyranny against mages. Now he had been there two times, that she knew of, in a very short period of time. What in the name of Andraste was he planning?
Almost as soon as she entered the Chantry and met Sebastian, they were attacked. Bloodmages! Dressed in robes that looked like they were from Tevinter. They cut the wrist and before long she and Sebastian was overwhelmed. They got two of the mages down, when Sister Nightingale decided to join the battle. Within minutes they had taken down the mages.
"Lelliana!" Angelle smiled.
"Hawke. It's a pleasure to see you again my friend."
"Where you expecting that welcome?"
"I did let word slip that an agent of Divine was in Kirkwall. These mages where revolutionist."
"The offspring of the libertarian fraternity?"
"Yes. The Divine suspected that the trouble with mages are spurred by an outside group. This attack proves that she was right. This has condemned them."
"Is the Divine planning an exalted march?"
Angelle almost chocked as she spoke those words.
"Nothing has been decided. I read your research. Fine work, if a little radical, but it might have come too late. Groups like these have already decided that they wish for war. Whatever changes we might make they will still seek a confrontation. We need to get these under control, before we can implement any changes."
"But if we don't show them they can trust us, they might all follow the same path. And if the mages rebel, there are bound to be templars who will pull away from the chantry. If that happens you won't have any templars for an exalted march."
"That is indeed a dire thought, but it is highly unlikely."
"However unlikely it might seem, if it does happen then chaos will soon follow. If the templar pulls away from the chantry they will need to get lyrium from somewhere else. That means they will seek out the Carta and the Coterie. They in return become more powerful and then it won't just be war. It will be anarchy."
Sebastian shook his head in disbelief.
"A handful of apostates. It can't possibly be that bad?"
"The divine takes the situation very seriously. We must put our faith in the Maker. I want you to convince Grand Cleric Elthina to come to Orlais with you, Hawke. As soon as possible. She will not be safe here."
"As you wish."
"Oh and before I leave. I am sorry to hear about your friend, is it serious?"
Angelle had to hold back her tears.
"I'm afraid so. His mind is twisted and nothing seems to help."
"Well I hope this will help. I have kept it as a reminder of my time in Ferelden, but if there is a change it can help your friend I will gladly give it to you."
Lelliana held out a small pouch and placed in Angelle's hand. A tear fell from her eye and she gave Lelliana a hug.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome. I'm looking forward to seeing you back in Orlais."