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The burnt scent filled the air from the rotunda to the rookery; only one more left from their fights against the Envy Demon, as Leliana had read on the journal. But despite the smell, the rookery was just the way it should be, her private altar untouched; in the past, the woman would see it as a sign of a greater force in action. Now, seemed like pure luck.
The appearance of Knight-Commander Meredith was unsettling.
Long before the Chantry explosion, in Kirkwall, doubts about her reasoning were being raised. If she was there in possession of her Red Lyrium sword, then something should be done to avoid further problems and bloodshed.
Leliana kneeled in front of the small altar, head lowered. She joined her hands together in a prayer, lips muttering the familiar verses of the Chant of Light and her mind darted here and there, thinking of a solution.
Blessed are they who stand before
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow.
In their blood the Maker's will is written.
The appearance of Knight-Commander Meredith was unsettling.
Long before the Chantry explosion, in Kirkwall, doubts about her reasoning were being raised. If she was there in possession of her Red Lyrium sword, then something should be done to avoid further problems and bloodshed.
Leliana kneeled in front of the small altar, head lowered. She joined her hands together in a prayer, lips muttering the familiar verses of the Chant of Light and her mind darted here and there, thinking of a solution.
Blessed are they who stand before
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow.
In their blood the Maker's will is written.
