She lets out a crack of laughter at that. She imagines he quite does, she's seen his soldiers follow him with awe, in some cases.
"You can keep the Seeker off my trail a little longer, I'm not ready to be interrogated for the sake of the Order." She pulls a face at the idea, and then regards him one more time. Head to toes. Not a templar, by the look of it, and from what Varric tells her, also a mage.
"We should talk about the mage rebellion. But wine, first, I think."
That seems like a fair trade, and Trevelyan can think of plenty of ways to keep Cassandra at bay. He has a feeling she is going to be quite occupied with giving Varric a piece of her mind, anyway. Which, Trevelyan is probably going to owe him as well. But if it means getting a little bit of time away from having to plot their next move? He will take it.
"I will do what I can," he reassures her with a nod. Cassandra will probably be cross with him, but at this point he is starting to lose his patience with everyone that he cannot bring himself to care all that much.
"Ah yes, wine. To the tavern, then?" If only he had his own stash, then he could perhaps find an excuse to retreat from the public eye, but he is confident that no one would dare bother them while they were together. Not that Trevelyan would unleash his magic on anyone, but carrying his staff with him was enough of a threat.
She flashes him a sharp grin at that, and the somber demeanour is shed, shaken off like drops of water. She slaps his shoulder once, with possibly more strength than a mage should have (but then, Marian's a wild one, an aposthate, unbound by Circles).
"Now you speak my language. Lead the way, Inquisitor."
Nothing like drowning all the worries of the day at the bottom of a tankard of ale. She has been travelling alone for weeks now, in her journey here, and Andraste help her but she really could do with a rowdy tavern.
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"You can keep the Seeker off my trail a little longer, I'm not ready to be interrogated for the sake of the Order." She pulls a face at the idea, and then regards him one more time. Head to toes. Not a templar, by the look of it, and from what Varric tells her, also a mage.
"We should talk about the mage rebellion. But wine, first, I think."
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"I will do what I can," he reassures her with a nod. Cassandra will probably be cross with him, but at this point he is starting to lose his patience with everyone that he cannot bring himself to care all that much.
"Ah yes, wine. To the tavern, then?" If only he had his own stash, then he could perhaps find an excuse to retreat from the public eye, but he is confident that no one would dare bother them while they were together. Not that Trevelyan would unleash his magic on anyone, but carrying his staff with him was enough of a threat.
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"Now you speak my language. Lead the way, Inquisitor."
Nothing like drowning all the worries of the day at the bottom of a tankard of ale. She has been travelling alone for weeks now, in her journey here, and Andraste help her but she really could do with a rowdy tavern.