"Ser Ruvena," he calls to one of the still helmeted templars, the one who had drawn closest to the statue just after the fighting died. "Coordinate with this mage. The two of you have my permission to settle the survivors in the archives for now. It should be quiet there and the least bloodied. And Ruvena, keep in mind he's not one of ours. He's here as a courtesy." By the Maker, he hopes that's the truth.
It's two birds with one stone. He doesn't fully trust the Tevinter or the templar in question. They'll keep one another in check nicely while he's gone. "Keep the courtyard clear. No one is to approach or touch the...statue." Whatever she has become, she is no longer the knight-commander. That falls to him for now, until a suitable replacement can be found or sent to them.
"We'll return when we've established a measure of order out there. I want everyone here to understand our primary goal is to save as many lives as we can and bring order back to this city. If any of you are at odds with this goal, speak now and spare me the trouble of having to strip your rank later down the line."
Not a one wavers, not that he imagines they would when everything is so charged and circumstances clearly paint this as a logical goal. No, the Meredith loyalists are smarter than that, those still remaining. He marches off with them with a final glance back to the stranger and his new partner, a slight nod that shows more faith in them than he feels personally. There are too many things to juggle and not enough of him for them all. Compromises will abound.
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It's two birds with one stone. He doesn't fully trust the Tevinter or the templar in question. They'll keep one another in check nicely while he's gone. "Keep the courtyard clear. No one is to approach or touch the...statue." Whatever she has become, she is no longer the knight-commander. That falls to him for now, until a suitable replacement can be found or sent to them.
"We'll return when we've established a measure of order out there. I want everyone here to understand our primary goal is to save as many lives as we can and bring order back to this city. If any of you are at odds with this goal, speak now and spare me the trouble of having to strip your rank later down the line."
Not a one wavers, not that he imagines they would when everything is so charged and circumstances clearly paint this as a logical goal. No, the Meredith loyalists are smarter than that, those still remaining. He marches off with them with a final glance back to the stranger and his new partner, a slight nod that shows more faith in them than he feels personally. There are too many things to juggle and not enough of him for them all. Compromises will abound.