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The Inquisition, such as it was, had earned its notoriety through its rapidly expanding reach. Even its advisors had become something of modern legend among the lower classes. It had its uses to a point, but that particular point ends when situations called for a subtle touch. Illusion and deception, that is.
Dorian, in his wisdom of the present party, volunteered himself and The Iron Bull to cause a proper distraction. A subterfuge so that the Inquisitor could infiltrate the space behind the town's humble prayer house.
"Who better, than you and I?"
He straps his staff firmly across his back, adjusting his gloves with a tug. "There are none better suited for diversion. Doubtful they have ever laid eyes on more symmetrical features than mine. Or anyone as... considerable in taking up space such as yourself. Grunt about our ancestral feud for a few minutes. It'll be the most memorable thing in their provincial lives since..." His hand searches the air for the answer. "...demons pouring out of the rifts, at the very least."