Cassandra stormed towards her quarters, utterly irate and muttering curses under her breath. Needless to say, the remaining Grand Clerics had not been helpful in support of the Inquisition. For all intents and purposes, the fledgeling group were on their own. And even worse, the Clerics were planning to place an extremely conservative member upon the Sunburst Throne, an act that would only hinder the Inquisition further. Having had enough, Cassandra left in a tempestuous fury, leaving Leliana to deal with the women.
The Seeker reached her chambers, slamming the large door shut behind her. And with that, her anger dissipated like a wisp of smoke. She went to a far cabinet and took out a silver glass and a bottle of wine. It had been a special bottle given to her by Justinia years ago. After pouring herself a glass, Cassandra slumped into a chair in front of her fireplace, utterly drained. With the warm fire lit before her, she looked at the mantle above the fireplace. A recent portrait of Justinia stared down at her. The woman had been painted in the Divine’s gardens, which overlooked the city of Val Royeaux. She sat on a bench, looking to the great city before her. A beam of sunlight shone down on her, bathing the Divine in golden light. And as Cassandra stared, tears unashamedly rolled down her cheeks. The former Right Hand of the Divine rose her glass in one final toast.
“Goodbye, my friend.”