*King Alistair has arrived in Redcliffe at the request of Arl Teagan, to try to sort out this whole rebel mages mess*
Leliana [from a dark and shadowy corner]: Alistair! Psst, Alistair! Over here! Alistair: Oh hey Lel, long time no see, ‘sup Leliana: Nothing much, playing the Game, saving the world Alistair: True, true Leliana: Say Ali,
it would really be a big favor to the Inquisition if you could put some pressure on the mages to come join us. Alistair: Pressure like how do you mean? Leliana: Pressure like “you’ve gone too far, I hate you now, get out of my country” or something like that. Alistair: Really? Don’t you think that’s kind of harsh? I mean these people have been through a lot. And I did give my word… Leliana: No no, it’ll be fine, we’ll treat them good. They just need a little shove in the right direction, yes? Alistair: I don’t know… Leliana: Trust me. It’s for the good of the world. Alistair: Well, if you’re sure, Lel. I trust you. *Alistair proceeds into the room and gives Fiona a thorough chewing-out* Leliana: Ah Alistair, never change.