inquisition starter for @tobebrutal / #seekersway
Even behind their masks, the Herald feels every eye in the marketplace upon her, scrutinizing her mien, her clothes, the old bow at her back. The Lady Seeker at Evelyn's side is a welcome bulwark against the majority of the sordid whispers — the sword at her hip a powerful enough deterrent against the most condescending of Orlesian high society. Even bare steel couldn't stop the Chantry sisters from spreading the news of the heretical Inquisition mustering forces in the outskirts of Haven proper. For every scoff and sneer, another Orlesian cowed away in the safety of a market stall, or spun on their heel and made a hasty retreat.
"if they choose to fear me in their ignorance, that is their choice."
