Even in Shale’s self-imposed ‘exile’, it had heard tales of this ‘Inquisition’.
This new order, birthed from the fallen Chantry. Shale hadn’t failed to take notice of the gigantic gaping hole in the sky during the time it was there, either. It had been roaming the Brecilian Forest when the breach appeared, and though initially alarmed, Shale decided that whatever it was, it was more of a threat to the frail squishy humans. Not it. No, it was hard stone. A few demons posed little threat.
But then came stories of a talking darkspawn with a new archdemon. A new blight. The breach being closed, the Inquisition gaining fame and power. Shale had no interest in the Chantry. If a bunch of pitiful priests wished to squabble about trivial issues all day, accomplishing nothing and praying away to a god Shale did not believe existed to hear them, well, that was their business. Shale wanted no part of it. But this Inquisition, its people…their accomplishments reminded the golem of a certain group it had once traveled with. And the archdemon was all too familiar.
It was lucky sometimes, Shale thought, that Fereldens were so incessantly chatty. Else it would never have known of this Inquisition, nor of anything else. And it certainly wouldn’t have found out where the same Inquisition’s Commander might go to unwind. Shale did not possess ready means of finding the Inquisitor, so the Commander would suffice. It would be well enough to satisfy the golem’s curiosity - or so it hoped.
But upon arrival, upon seeing the Commander’s face, Shale was given pause. It knew that face. Last it had seen the other, the face had been accompanied by a Templar uniform; Shale was mostly unaware of the war. Knew only that the mages had forgotten their place and corruption had grown in the Templar ranks. The former seemed a familiar problem, and Shale felt no pity for any of the mages who had died. Perhaps that would explain why this one no longer wore its uniform; perhaps it had quit? Shale would have. Regardless of potential reaction, the golem opted to address the other directly upon entering the area.
“I would speak with it, if it is willing to answer. I believe I met it once, did I not? In that abysmal tower with all the pathetic squirming little mages, yes? It did seem in much distress at the time, I would not be surprised if it has forgotten. I would like to ask about this ‘Inquisition’.”
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