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   The Templar, Lysette, was very kind, even trying not to stare at Saarebasâ    scars as she led her into the keep. Saarebasâ heart beat quickly, anxiety    tightening up her muscles until she feels they might snap. Whatâs the worst    that can happen? She doesnât think the Inquisitor is in the business of    beheading people who want to help...but she was Tal-Vashoth, and Saarebas    was...well, she had hunted down Tal-Vashoth and killed plenty of them with    Arvaarad. Still, the Inquisitor doesnât know that. Not yet. And the Qunari had   pointed her quickly in the direction of Skyhold when theyâd met on the road.    She doubts that she remembers her.Â
   At her sides she tightens her fingers into fists, holding tight until her nails    dig into her skin, then flexing her palms open. It was the closest thing to    nervous fidgeting she could do when sheâd been bound, and the habit had    stuck. The great hall isnât packed, but there are more people there than    Saarebas would like. Sucking in a breath the minute her eyes spot the    Inquisitor, she glances quickly to Lysette, who seems oblivious to her.
      âInquisitor,â she says, stopping several       feet away from the Qunari and giving her       a quick bow, âThis is Asha, she wants to       join the Inquisition. Says you gave her       directions a while back.â
















