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October 10: “You think this troubles me?”

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“The plan has changed. Celene Valmont will not walk out of here alive. The only response that interests me is, ‘How may we help, Inquisitor?’” The flush against the Inquisitor’s vallaslin suggested her calm face was an effort of will.

Leliana’s laugh was pitched not to carry. “Truly, Inquisitor, you think this troubles me? What Corypheus wants is chaos. So long as someone emerges victorious, the empire remains strong.”

Had Lavellan been wearing a hat, her eyebrows would have disappeared beneath it. “No mercy for your empress?”

“They may have been your people, Inquisitor... but I lost friends in Halamshiral.”