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[ Belatedly, because he's been busy, there is a reply to this, in the form of his voice coming unannounced over her crystal. ]

What exactly are you proposing we do with your family?

[...Well she honestly thought this had just gotten shoved under a rug.]

I write them a letter, per your ... preferred language. If they answer you have yourself another inside source in Nevarra to help make up for the Disaster that those idiots made in the Necropolis.

If not, well, you've lost nothing and I get to be a little more bitter towards my family.

You do not need anyone's permission to write your family.

..I do if it's on behalf of the Inquisition? I mean, because I'm basically asking them to help the Inquisition and not me?

You do not need to write them on behalf of the Inquisition to write them. If you think they might respond well to you, find out. If they would not, it’s in our best interest to leave you out of it and continue dealing with them the same way we are dealing with everyone else.

[ And an afterthought: ]

Is this the family you recently announced has used blood magic and attempted murder over party invitations, or a different one?

Oh. Well. Then okay then. I'll write to Phillip -

What? No! NOOoooo ... that was my mother and she is no longer with us. [Like not even little bits here.] I am speaking of my father, Duke Herbert Draco, and my half-brother, Lord Philip Draco, and his wife, the Countess Aurora Draco nee Van Markham.

All right.

...so I will write to Philip.

[after this]

Mal, where are you?

Uh, in the library? Where I practically live these days. Why?

Can anyone around you overhear our conversation? I need to tell you something but I don't want to cause trouble by having others overhear.

[There's the sound of a chair scraping against stone, while Mal goes to hide in some of the stacks.]

What in Andraste's Knickers is going on? [Yes, she is whispering.]

I... I had to report someone to the templars just now. [A pause, because he knows that she's going to respond to this. He debates just telling her to come to the room, but knowing her she won't budge until he tells her something more.] They were talking about making deals with demons.

[He can't see the blood draining out of Mal's face, but it is.]

Maker's Balls. [She finally manages to say, choked.] Do they know who it is, are they putting them under custody?

Yes. James is taking care of it.

They put guards on the door to our room though, to make sure I'm safe while they investigate. He told me to keep it quiet so they don't cause a panic but I needed to make sure you're okay too.

You should come back. They might test you to make sure you're still you.

Thank the Fucking Maker.

[Mal is peering out into the library, staff in her hand and looking all the world like she's going to get attacked right here and now by a blood mage.]

Yeah .. yeah. I am going to grab my notes and my book and head back. Shit, Carolus, they just admitted it to you?

That's right. On the crystals too. Anyone who was listening could have heard her.

...They must be really powerful.

[She's quiet for a moment.]

Could a Rifter have gone over to the Venatori?

I hope not. But if they have, the templars will make sure to stop them.

Okay, all right, I am coming back. It should only take me a few minutes - if it doesn't? Be wary.

Oh trust me being 'wary' is not something I have to even worry about right now.

Just be safe.

I ... invented paranoid, friend. No worries. Be there soon.

[Pause.]

Carlos, be careful please.

I will be. And there are templars here now so I'm safe.

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