The door shuts in his face. Cedric shifts his weight, locks a knee into slouch. No one raised by the Chantry is unfamiliar with the scorn of old women -

Names: Niehaus, Baudin, others he doesn't know. He'd sooner not shove this at Gwen, not without warning. May need to.

Herian Amsel, who was ambassador for a bit. She'd said. Alistair, the Warden. There was nearly a club.

("And of course that Evelyn's signed on with them now, I told her family no good would come of running off with some Rivaini thief,")

- The door opens. Evenly,

"Griffon-rider," What's he do? Lately, all anyone's doing is move debris. "Lend a hand with Diplomacy, where I can."