ARKEN HAWKE, Male Human Mage (Knight-Enchanter)
If there are no interruptions. That particular phrase kept echoing in Arken's head. Interruptions, he said silently in his head. That can be arranged. All this Tevinter fool would be getting for dinner is the bitter taste of defeat! It took all of his might to suppress the malicious grin that was threatening to break out on his face.
He straightened himself as the Iron Bull joined them in the War Room, followed closely by Cassandra Pentaghast. "Leliana will be joining us soon enough," she announced. "We should be able to proceed now."
Arken nodded, and turned to Iron Bull. "Well, the Iron Bull," he said with a graceful wave of his hand toward the map. "Perhaps you can share with us now, in more detail, the information that you have with regard to the Qunari and the Inquisition. Perhaps we can start with details on where you were supposed to deliver the Inquisitor upon apprehending her, and what you were supposed to do to her once she has been delivered there."
It was a fine line that Arken was walking. He intended to come across to Hope as intelligent, wise, and fully intent on solving her problems. But he also did not want to antagonize Hope's father. He didn't want awkward moments with his father-in-law during Breach-Closing Dinner in the future.