"Ordo Silentia, I think it was. Or at least, that's what Gregor told me it said... Vint scratch is all the same to me. Had a dragon like the country's flag, but the colors were all different.
I've seen some of those "magisters" or whatever they call them before. Big dresses, lots of jingly bits, shouting so loud the Maker can hear them, but these ones were different. They wore plate, some with large shields and others with greatswords. We'd always joke about getting up close with the robes, seeing how cocky they are with a blade at their neck, but now... being as far away as possible from these sods suits me just fine.
We had this Templar, Hugh, I think his name was, and he started making a fuss, calling them out and spitting on the ground and somesuch. A good bunch of the men were cheering him on, and when one of the mages came walking, we all started hollering and stomping our feet. Hugh once told everyone they don't really have Templars over in Tevinter. Not like the ones over here, anyway. The mage (I think it was a woman) stopped a short distance from Hugh and drew her hand back, and everyone covered their heads. I guess we all expected one of them big fireballs. The Vints sure do love those big fireballs. Hugh put up his shield and this, uh, glowy bubble or something appeared around him. All those theatrics, and the mage just shot this sorry little gout of flame towards his face. I don't even think the tiny puff reached his glowy bubble. By the time Hugh realized there was no big fireball, the mage dashed in and went low, stuck him good in the knee.
Hugh, the tough bastard, didn't stop going after her, but between his bleeding leg and the longer reach of her sword, he couldn't close enough. It just went on like that for a while, until I guess he finally tired himself out, and took a blade right through the eye slit. Everyone got quiet after that."