Your Inquisition says it’s for order against chaos, reason in darkness. If you stand by this, come forth and drive the heretics from my lands. They claim to be refuges, but I have seen elves and apostates among them! Filthy savages, tearing at our roots. Our Monarch refuses to send forth armies, and my own knights were decimated at the Conclave. I require your aid to return peace to my lands!
Prove your loyalty, and I will see you richly rewarded for your faith.
Praise the light,
Lord Kildarn of Ferelden
So the Inquisition is a hollow prank, a jest to swindle the righteous! The tide of apostates and demons swells on my doorstep as you do nothing. My death will be on your head and the heads of all the other charlatans of the Inquisition, and it will leave a stain so dark, the Maker Himself could not remove it!
How I rejoiced to see the colors of the Inquisition run the rabble out from my ancestral fields! And straight into the woods of my neighbor, Bann Traft, no less! As if they were guided by the hand of the Maker Himself!
I could not be better pleased. As promised, a reward for your excellent help in my time of lamentation.
Andraste keep you in her heart,
Am I to understand you are in charge of the soldiers trampling on my lawns, providing food and refuge to the scrabble of filth burrowing into my land? A plague on you, ser, for spitting in the face of an honest petitioner, for taking advantage of my distress!
Did my wretched neighbor, Ban Traft, whisper in your ear? Tell me what he paid you so that I may at least know the price of treachery, ser! My only consolation is that a few of the rank and file have gone to join your farce of an Inquisition!
In bitterest disgust,
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