The carriages of extravagant designs enters the vicinity of Haven in the early cold morning. Like rows of glass pumpkins arriving in golden wheels, pulled along by white horses with blonde manes. It is a sight fit for a noble or even a royal, truth be told as it is by Vivienne's request that she and her fellow Mages of the Circle would come here in nothing short of style and grace. As Vivienne expected, her arrival receives the attention of Haven's people which is of awe and intimidation. Most likely, they have never seen this many mages in one place; there are mages to have come here before she did certainly, but not in numbers that Vivienne has brought along with her, and none of them are as more noticeable than the woman who worked closely with the Empress for quite a number of years.
"My Lady Enchanter Vivienne. It is an honor to have your presence."
Vivienne turns to meet Josephine as the Loyalists of the Circle began to settle in. One glance at the approaching woman and Vivienne instantly recognizes a woman of eloquent speech if not only in appearance, which means this young woman is in a position of negotiator with a diplomatic mind, the enchanter would know one with a single look due to her long experience in the court. She could understand a person's occupation by merely observing their behavior, their posture, and their speech patterns. Without a doubt, this woman must be one of the advisors that Arturia has told Vivienne of.
"I am Josephine Montilyet," The Antivan greets, giving a slight bow of courtesy.
'Montilyet…' Now that is rather interesting. Vivienne returns the greeting, "Charmed. I should be assured that you have long expected the arrival of myself and the other mages of the Circle?" Despite what comfort and dignity Vivienne could offer herself and her fellow mages, it was a long, exhausting trip at the expense of a few magic spells to warm herself in the cold environment and ensuring the road was cleared of any bumps.
"The preparations for your coming have been done, we have rooms already organized for you and the others to rest in, as well as all other accommodations that should meet your demands. I should hope they reach your expectations, but if you find anything lacking or have any concerns, please inform me and I shall make the necessary adjustments right away."
Vivienne nods approvingly. Quite a relief, really. She had been worried for a moment that a few incompetent people were leading the Inquisition. It's good to see for herself that it was not the case, but to say that they may be wholly trust worthy has yet to be seen, which Vivienne shall judge for herself.
"Do understand," The enchanter speaks gently, not sounding too condescending, yet difficult to compose since it is so embedded in her nature, "The mages are not as adjusted to social conducts as I am. Most of them are not familiar with the outside as much as I do, I should assist them alongside you."
"It would be most appreciable to have your guidance, Lady Enchanter."
"Darling, please, call me Vivienne. We're all allies now. At best, we'll be well-accustomed acquaintances, it should not be too distracting to grow familiar as time goes on." Besides, Vivienne is most curious to know about a few people here, the top on her list being, naturally, Arturia, and now, the Montilyet right in front of her with an interesting family affair going on. It's practically a gossip all around.
It seems Josephine had only expected formalities between them as there was a slight frown, almost to say if she expected any strings attach to Vivienne's proposal, 'My word, what rumors have been told about me this time?' The enchanter thinks ruefully. Soon, Josephine loosens her tense expression, accepting Vivienne's invitation of familiarity.
Josephine then proceeds to lead the enchanter through Haven, guiding and directing what certain places are where. She speaks of Arturia, who has yet to return from her trip from meeting with potential additions to the Inquisition army, and of the other workers and advisors running Haven, who are just as intrigued to meet with Vivienne.
"I must say, Lady Josephine, for a group like the Inquisition, to have started so small and within less than a year, you have already gained a mass of supporters and influences reaching all across Thedas. All of the courts have been discussing about your group, I dare say that even Empress Celene would no doubt have heard of Arturia's accomplishments by now. Do take care should an invitation by the Empress herself comes to happen, the Inquisition has caused quite a bit of a stir of curiosity."
"You flattered us, Lady Vivienne. Of course, we would expect our actions to eventually be noted by the Empress herself," It'll be damn difficult at the thought of discretion, which of course, they cannot afford to do. Yet even so, the accomplishments of the resurrected Inquisition could not be without its pros and cons, both being the sort of attention they will inevitably attract.
It is then that Vivienne decides to pry, "It is even more impressive that, despite your family facing discouraging times, that you are still bestowing the Inquisition with such efforts that played a part in their endeavors."
Just as the enchanter expected, there is a slight, subtle change in Josephine's posture, controlling the discomfort behind that solid expression. Of course, one would never be able to tell such a change in Josephine, unless you are as socially capable and aware as Vivienne is.
"The Montilyet are a strong and capable family," Is Josephine's response, and that is all she will inquire. Putting an end to the topic of her family. Or at least tried to.
Unfortunately for the younger woman, that sort of tactic never works with Vivienne, "I don't mean any harm by bringing up the matter. Since we will be working rather closely, restoring Thedas to how it should be, and erasing the disaster that the Breach has brought forth, I do say that times like these are not at all helping your family any better than before. Therefore, if there is anything I can do to assist you and the troubles your family is undergoing, even if it is just to lend an ear, do not be hesitant to abide me."
An uncertainty dances in Josephine's eyes, carefully deciphering the words of Vivienne for ulterior motives, 'Nice to know I'm still regarded as potentially dangerous as I truly am.' Vivienne notes mentally while gauging Josephine's response.
The Antivan then bows her head, "Thank you, Lady Vivienne. I will graciously take heed of your offer, and consider it." Without missing a beat, she then adds, "I believe your influence will be most impeccable, as I should expect no less of the enchanter who has once guided the Empress of Orlais herself. It was a surprise to us, and quite a wonder how someone as powerful as you, could be so easily replaced with another person."
Vivienne remains relaxed, though one would not notice the shift in her stature with a subtle tightening of her jaw and the small twitch her left eye gives...unless your as socially capable and aware as Josephine is.
"It seems your information is incorrect my dear," Vivienne informs while holding back the ice in her tone."I have not been replaced. I am still Empress Celene's adviser. That hack she currently keeps at her side is nothing but a little pet to entertain the Empress while I am away from court."
And if anyone dares to think that she is replaced because of some dwindling power that some apostate thinks she can compete with Vivienne, well, it is safe to say that Madame de Fer has more than once corrected those misguided thoughts.
Josephine concedes, hitting the mark as she had hoped to. "Of course Vivienne." So it is confirmed; Vivienne still has tight connections to the Empire and its Empress. There is still some questions about the current adviser for the Empress, but seeing as how Vivienne has no favorable tone to the woman, it is best that Josephine proceeds cautiously with that subject matter, or she might accidentally incur the subdued wrath of the enchanter in the form of ice.
Still, she dares to tread further. "Though I have heard of favorable things about the Empress current - substitute adviser, she's molding quite a reputation."
"My dear, she is second-rate at best, and that is the most generous description one can give her." Vivienne dismisses with a poorly disguised scowl, "She's nothing compared to me."
"That may be debated by many others, and from what I have heard, she is becoming very familiar with the court and even the Empress herself. I would be cautious if I were you."
A slightly contemptuous chuckle is the immediate response she gets from the Orlesian mage, "Cautious of what? That my seat will be taken by that woman? Frankly my dear, I would very much like to see her try."
They are closing on dangerous territory, both knew this, but a saving grace rescued them from delving into anything that may developed into something very nasty between women of honey-coated words and sharpened blade tongues. "Lady Josephine, there you are." Cullen enters their peripherals, "I see you have company, I hope I haven't interrupted anything important."
On the contrary, he may have saved a few bystanders from suffering under the growing tension between Josephine and Vivienne. "Commander Cullen! It is actually most fortunate that you have come." Josephine strides to Cullen's side, cutting off his escape should he realize her intentions. "I hope you will endure me the favor of guiding lady Enchanter Vivienne around Haven. Forgive me for bringing our conversation to a close lady Vivienne, but it is a very busy day and there are...various matters I must attend to."
She pats Cullen's side, who is both confused and surprised to hear the identity of the mage in front of them, "But I'm sure Commander Cullen here will do well to provide you better company."
"Oh I'm sure he will be an excellent guide man," Vivienne replies smoothly, quite happy by the sound of it in fact. "I have heard much about your commander, who else to trust and evaluate the mages but a man who was once a templar himself?"
Cullen opens his mouth, and shutting it to a close once her words register. He turns to Josephine to question, but she merely gives him an apologetic look, "Have fun you two!"
"I am already assured by your presence," Vivienne pulls Cullen's focus back on her. "I shall entrust my care onto you, commander. If you ever feel it appropriate to inspect me out of safety precaution, I have no objections."
A stutter emits from Cullen, who looks to Josephine for support, but the Antivan has already left, leaving the uncomfortable commander to chuckle away his unpleasant feelings in the presence of an eager enchanter, finally realizing exactly what kind of person Josephine has just abandoned him with.
'Maker help me...'
A scream of battle by the coastline, the feet of combating warriors upon the gravel of Storm Coast. A massive, powerful swing of a war hammer crushes the helmet and head of an armed enemy.
"Come on! I could find a better fight sleeping!"
One large man, or rather, one Qunari, releases his warcry. The Chargers fought against the aggressive foes, another powerful swing from the Qunari; the Iron Bull. Just when he thought he could meet with the Herald here in this designated spot for a request to join their forces, they get ambushed by the likes of these guys.
He couldn't think of a better way to stretch his limbs and show off his band of mercenaries. Oh what a perfect start of the day! "Ahahaha! Is that the best you bastards got?!" The Iron Bull laughs bombastically.
Suddenly, arrows comes from above, and pierces through the openings of the enemies armors. A dose of magic came from the hills, ice raining down, and beating the living hell out of their opponents. The Iron Bull looks down a path, where a small group approaches: a warrior woman, a dwarf with a crossbow, and a small teenager leading them into battle without a speck of fear.
It seems the Inquisition has come. Good timing.
The Iron Bull smacks aside another hostile, chuckling at the hint of slash to his arm from the enemy's sword. Upon the Inquisition's arrival, the enemies are easily defeated, and the mercenaries takes breath.
"Chargers! Stand down!" The Iron Bull ordered his men, he turns to his lieutenant. "Krem! How did we do?"
"Five to six wounded, chief! No dead." Krem accounts a matter-of-factly.
"That's what I like to hear! Let the throat cutters finish up and break out the cask." They deserve a good drink after this, no one messes with the Chargers!
The Iron Bull walks up to the Inquisitor, who is about half his size, but her fearless expression still remains even as he grows closer, expanding the difference in their builds, yet she does not falter or step back. Now that's a gutsy warrior if he ever knows one.
"Well what do you know, the stories are true," The Iron Bull begins. "A little girl as the Herald of Andraste, and you've brought more to the table than what the Chantry could do in less than a year. I can imagine how popular you became."
"You'll find that I'm not just some little girl, as many others choose to mistakingly underestimate me as so," Arturia bows her head. "Anaan es kost, Qun."
The sudden greeting in the language of the Qunari would have brought a pause to anyone, but the Iron Bull's years of honing his ability to keep his emotions hidden under a layer of a facade has kept him composed, and instead he laughs, "Well I'll be damned, the Inquisitor really is full of surprises! You wouldn't happen to be a Qunari now, are you? Hahaha!"
Beneath his casual reaction, the Iron Bull is in fact beaming. A girl who appeared out of nowhere with nothing but her enchanted sword, with powers debated to be between a warrior and a mage, and an attitude that would dare to vocally lash against the Templar Order, a charisma that has gained both followers, believers, and respect from the people who has come in contact with her; she is the mystery the people of Thedas are glorifying these days. Truth be told, Bull can see where the stories are coming from. The way this girl walks, the way her eyes meet his unflinching, the way she easily defeated the hostiles with well executed attacks; her behavior, her mannerisms, even the politest teenager in the world would not emit the same noble air as this girl, the kind of air that has aged, and a backbone that could carry a mountain.
A curious girl indeed.
"Name's Iron Bull, in case the horns didn't give it away. Although, just so we're clear, it's 'The' Iron Bull. Makes it sound more powerful, one of kind, you won't find another guy like me. That sort of thing."
Arturia nods, placing a hand on her armored chest, "Arturia Pendragon. Are you the leader of the Chargers?"
"More or less, I prefer to say that we all lead each other to battle. They're free to kick and stab around as they like. But believe me, I know how to reign them in."
They walk together, towards a large rock as Arturia's group waits behind, allowing her to speak with the Iron Bull alone. Meaning, she is more than capable of recruiting for herself; that she did not need a supervisor to help her along. She is a grown young woman in the form of a growing adolescent. The Iron Bull holds back his chuckle of intrigue. 'She's more than she appears to be', is what his thoughts are circling around at. Very much like the Iron Bull himself.
As the Iron Bull finds a seat by the rocks, his lieutenant walks up to his side. "I assume you remember Cremisius Aclassi? My lieutenant?"
Arturia greets the familiar person. Krem nods in likewise, "Good to see you again." He then addresses the Iron Bull, "Throat cutters are done chief."
"Already? Have them check again. I don't want any of those Tevinter bastards getting away. No offense Krem."
"None taken. At least a bastard knew who his mother was. That's a one up on you Quanari, right?"
The Iron Bull laughs at this common exchange between them and bid Krem away. He returns his attention to Arturia, "So, you seen us fight? It may look expensive, but we're worth it. And I'm sure the Inquisition can afford us."
"You have shown quite a battle, you and your men. The Inquisition could use strong people such as yourselves. If payment is your concern, I'm sure my ambassador back in Haven will handle the expenses. Provided that it isn't too unreasonable, and that your skills are worth the price and its promises."
Direct and observant as a seasoned warrior with the solid expression to match; more and more signs that this girl is showing off more than what her age implies. The Iron Bull has heard of cases that humans tend to look younger even when they're older, however, as his reports stated, this girl is said to be fifteen years old. One look at Arturia and the Iron Bull would shake his head, 'Nah, there's no way she's only fifteen.'
"We're worth it alright," He answers, adding a sense of cockiness to his tone. "Wouldn't really cost you anything, unless you want to buy drinks later. Anyway, let's not worry about the payment, the gold will take care of itself. What matters is that you're not just getting the boys, you're getting me." He stands up, beginning his walk to the waters as Arturia follows him. "You need a frontline bodyguard, I'm your man. Whatever it is: demons, dragons. The bigger the better. And there's one other thing, might be useful, might piss you off. Ever hear of the Ben-Hassrath?"
Her brows scrunches together in thought, a face that finds the name familiar, "Is it not an organization run by the Qunari? From what I know, it is a base where information are collected through the efforts of their spies."
"Yeah, that's them. Or, well...us."
A pause. To her credit, the blonde did well to keep her face stoic, but the Iron Bull can read the surprise of his reveal very well. "...Come again?"
"I'm part of the Ben-Hassrath," He emphasizes, going over an explanation that has been rehearsed for countless hours. "The Ben-Hassrath are concerned about the Breach. Magic out of control like that could cause trouble everywhere, even where they are. I've been ordered to join the Inquisition, get close to the people in charge, then send reports on what's happening. But I also get reports from Ben-Hassrath agents all over Orlais, you sign me on, I'll share them with your people."
It is another pause before her eyes narrows with suspicion. She knows how and when to be cautious. As if having dealt with such deceits before, "...This is the most forthright of a spy's confession I have ever known. Why would you tell me?"
"Whatever happened at that conclave thing, it's bad." The Iron Bull answers. "Someone needs to get that Breach closed. So whatever I am, I am on your side. No bothering to keep it a secret from you guys, I would have been found out anyway. It's better that you hear it right upfront from me."
"But even so, will you not be reprimanded by your superiors? I find it difficult to believe that they would allow such a reveal."
"Believe me, they won't mind. Not while all this is happening." The Iron Bull assures, "Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Personally, it makes things a little more interesting, but necessary. The Qunari wants to know if they have to start an invasion to stop the whole damn world from falling apart. You let me send words of what you're doing, it'll put some minds at ease. That's good for everyone."
"Unless they jeopardize us. How can I trust that you won't leak vital information enemies will gather and use against us?"
"You can have them evaluated by your spymaster. I'm sure she'll find it especially useful to have a hand in communicating with the Ben-Hassrath. How do I know it's a 'she'? I have my sources, sources that you'll need, but whatever I report won't compromise your operations."
Arturia ponders deeply, "If that is true, then you are to send the reports to not only my spymaster for approval, but to ME as well. You will not send any that which neither of us approve. Be warned, Iron Bull, if you deceive us, or if your reports compromises the Inquisition. your life shall be ended by this blade of mine. "
Fierce. Determined. A strong spirit, yet a sense of haunting that left those dark circles under her eyes. Oh yeah, it'll be fun finding out who this girl really is.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." He then calls to his lieutenant. "Krem! Tell the men to finish drinking on the road. The Chargers just got hired!"
"What about the casks chief?" Krem shouted back. "We just opened them up, with axes!"
"Find someway to seal them! You're Tevinter, right? Try blood magic." Another laugh, he refers to Arturia one last time. "We'll meet you back at Haven."
"Let it be known now, Iron Bull," Arturia suddenly states. "You will be watched closely."
"Ha. Here I was hoping you'll keep that to yourself," Though it is a light joke, the young herald responds with the opposite note.
"You were just as upfront. I believe it is only fitting and fair, though do understand that I meant what I said, as I will be keeping a closer eye on you."
She walks off towards her group. Calm. Carried by her pride. The Iron Bull quietly laughs. A few bumps in the road he predicts, but they're going to get along just fine.
It is close to dusk when it is recommended by Solas to make camp for the night. It will be a hefty walk to their next destination, and that is not if they will come across anything along the way. Arturia agrees, and the group has manage to find a fitting place in the woods, surrounded by trees and small cliffs, a good defensible spot unless enemies are to come for them from the cliffs, which is why Sera will be setting up traps that will warn them of unexpected visitors. This is her first time joining the group in their adventure, and already she has proven herself a valuable ally. Her odd personality is certainly a thing that takes time to adjust, but she is a well enough pleasant company...sort of.
As they settle down, Arturia reveals everything she gathered from the Iron Bull while making hot porridge in the fire, to which her companions are most excited to try a taste of just by the smell alone, yet their anticipation has staggered somewhat once Arturia reveals of Iron Bull's position.
"Aint that something? A Qunari who's also a spy! And he's so honest about it too! I betcha he's real fun at parties!" Sera chuckles as she beside the crackling campfire. "Didja see those horns Turi? Actually, I wonder if you even seen a Qunari before? Chantry ain't a big fan of them. Hahaha! Imagine if you were a Qunari instead? That'll really mess with their heads! Real interesting idea too!"
"I admit, I have never met nor seen a Qunari before," Arturia responds honestly as she stirs the pot. "I was more impressed than amazed. Although, I was certainly amazed to hear him reveal who he truly was, without hesitation." She would have suspected his reveal to be some ploy, yet she also cannot risk not believing him. If it is true, then it will provide a great asset to the Inquisition, Leliana will surely want to know more about this. Yet, Arturia had never expected the Qunari to just tell her that he was a spy, even though his reasons for doing so was valid. Perhaps it was simply a matter of culture, but she cannot be assured with this, as she is still fairly unfamiliar with the Qunari society.
"I don't know if we should trust him, Arturia," Cassandra speaks her thoughts. "His connections could be useful, but to have a spy of another group among us..."
"We probably wouldn't have ever known he was spy if he hadn't told us," Varric points out. "He had me fooled! You don't expect a warrior fighting in the frontlines to have a secret like that. The fact that he told us who he was on his own accord, I think we should give him a shot."
"I sympathize with Cassandra's concerns," Solas announces. "The Iron Bull is not only a spy, he is of the Ben-Hassrath. Where he is from, the Quns are not quite... well, they don't agree with certain things that are common here, and they tend to perform their duties rather extremely."
Arturia has heard only a few things about the Qunari and their homeland. They are fundamentally different from other lands, though she does not know all the details, what Josephine has managed to slip in their lessons that briefly spoke about the Qun were rather...well, it's as Solas had just said. If so much of a wrongly committed act is done among their own kind, they are to be branded as Tal-Vashoth - traitors, and are often ordered to be killed.
"...He will be watched, I assure you on that, but I agree with Varric in giving the Iron Bull a chance to prove himself trustworthy. He has already gone so far as to reveal me his mission thus far, he sees the Breach a far greater worry than any else. Not only that..." Arturia gazes into the warm flames. "But a connection with the Ben Hassrath, with the Qun, this may be an opportunity."
"What? You mean an alliance? With the Qun? Well, that's an idea..." Varric drawls, almost unenthusiastically. He has no qualms with the Iron Bull joining the Inquisition, the Qun on the other hand...
"That...would actually be very beneficial," Cassandra admits, once again finding herself impressed with Arturia having come to that thought process. "If we have the Quns support, we'll be fortified with a great addition of their armies against the demons and other enemies."
"That is if they don't plan to conquer Orlais before considering to form any sort of alliances," Argues Solas, sharing Varric's tone. "If it does happen, we cannot expect long-lasting friendships. The Qun would never associate with foreign countries too different from their beliefs, and if they do, it would be to benefit themselves. Once the Breach closes and the Mage-Templar War is put to an end, they'll no longer see a reason to remain as our ally, nor will they feel obligated to leave Orlais be. If anything, they might see the end results and our exhaustion as their chance to invade."
"One problem at a time, Chuckles," Varric insists. "Sure we don't exactly get even THAT much, but hey, can't say we'll know what to do when and IF it'll happen, until it does."
Indeed, though Solas does bring up a valid point. The Qun are still a group Arturia is not familiar with, and one must take into consideration of the pros and cons AND the aftermath of when said alliance does come into fruition. She will have to think more on this carefully.
In the meantime however, as Cassandra, Varric, and Sera begin their talk, no doubt bringing the warrior woman headaches for the night, the knight leaving the porridge to finish cooking before walking over to the mage, hoping to speak with him about what else has transpired between her and the Iron Bull.
"Solas, there is something I must discuss with you," Arturia quietly gains the attention of the elf mage. "When I met the Iron Bull, I suddenly spoke a different language. It was not the language of the elves."
"Can you repeat what you've said?"
Arturia thinks back the exact word and accents, then opens her mouth, "Anaan es kost, Qun."
A thoughtful frown creases Solas' expression, "That was the language of the Qunari."
"I thought as much, with the way the Iron Bull reacted. It just...came out. I never heard of this language, nor could I ever know what it meant, yet I understood what I had said." Arturia lifts her marked hand, examining it. "Whenever a foreign language comes to me and I began to speak it, I feel this hand go numb. For some reason, this Mark is giving me the ability to speak languages that I have never known." Even the language that she spoke to the leader of the Mage Rebellion came to her as a surprise, it was a sort of language that somewhat bears similarities to French, but the bizarre thing is that Arturia never so much as known French, let alone the homeland of that language to have ever existed during her time. She had no way of knowing Elvish, Orlesian, or Qunari before ever coming to this world.
'Not only that, but with this hand and the strange power it emits, it has brought consciousness to Excalibur.'
"And thank heavens for that! Or the Maker...whoever is in charge of this currently forsakened world, they made the right call giving me a voice!" Her sword boasts proudly in her head.
Solas reads her deepening concerns and confusion of the unknown power in her hand. "If you prefer, I can offer you some more lessons to better control the Mark, we can start the lessons before we sleep for tonight."
Tempting. But Arturia shakes her head, "It's best we save those lessons after we liberate and takeover the stronghold before we leave Storm Coast, we need our rest foremost."
She pulls out a map from her bag, and unrolls it, showing it to Solas. "This is the structure of the stronghold, Leliana's agents were able to bring this to me. This should be an accurate depiction of what to expect when we arrive there."
She takes out a pencil, laying the map on the ground, Arturia began drawing on the map of the stronghold they are heading for. "Here are my thoughts, with Sera's help, she can sneak through an opening of the stronghold where she may cut down their equipment and provide a distraction. In the midst of the confusion, I can take the lead to the front with you aiding me, while Cassandra and Varric will appear from the back, which Sera should help clear..."
By now, she has gains the attention of all her comrades, and they inch closer to their Herald, who is speaking a rough draft of the plan to take over the stronghold. Without missing a beat even as her comrades overhears her, Arturia continues.
"It may seem risky for us to be separated, but I'm sure we can accomplish this. I trust everyone's skills, and for that, I will answer the trust that you have for me. Any objections?"
The companions look amongst each other, Cassandra is the first to speak up, "I don't think it would be best that you reveal yourself out in the open, perhaps after Sera causes the distraction, Solas may attack from afar until Varric and I find our way around, then once we are discovered, we may attack them together."
"You okay with your part, Sera?" Varric asks the elf rogue.
Sera merely shrugs. "Seems simple enough. Sneak in, tie their breeches and weapons then dump them outside. I've also got a few tricks that'll keep them busy. Just leave it to me, but make sure I'm not the only one doing all the hard work, yeah?"
Varric nods along, "Here's to another clever scheme of the oh so clever Herald of ours. Thinking to ally the Mages and Templars, an alliance with the Qun, having practically solved most issues across Thedas. Sometimes that power in that big brain of yours can be real scary."
Good. She would very much like to be regarded as so. If she is to gain the sort of acknowledgement for her group, then she must be one that offers hope for the innocents, and terror for the wicked. A nod of appreciation, Arturia returns to the map, "Then it's settled, here's what will unfold..."
Translations:
Anaan es kost, Qun = Victory in peace, Qun
Chapter recently edited: Thanks to Woogie's review, I've corrected the paragraph that mentioned France when in fact, it did not exist during Arturia's rule and thus should not even know French, I have reworded the statement into Arturia's bafflement that she has learned a language of a country that didn't even exist during her time. THANK YOU WOOGIE FOR YOUR REVIEW!
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