"When it's that, possession, or death? I can understand the choice." He's calmer again, his demeanor smoother. It's no mere act. He can back away from the precipice of his temper fairly easily when he's not unduly provoked. "Once they're Tranquil, more than ever they're our responsibility. I'll give you that." And he'd have no more beatings of them. Once he had discovered it, he'd put his foot down hard. It sickened him like so many of his discoveries after the battle that night. In truth, if he could wash his hands of the Chantry altogether, he would. Not aimlessly, however, and not in meaningless rebellion.

He nods slowly. "If it can be done, yes, we should. But we should also take care what magic is worked in its vicinity. It's..." He presses his lips together and frowns thoughtfully. "It hums. Do you hear it?"