You know exactly what happened, Inquisitor Lavellan. [ Cassandra scoffs, disgusted with how the Inquisitor plays stupid with her, as if Cassandra some bumbling child. She shifts her stance again, moving back towards the door and her weapons. There is a great many things that Cassandra dislikes about Eudio but what stands out so intensely is the feeling that she's wrong, different, incorrect. Anders stands, protected and wanted by his peers, and wherever Anders' touch has reached, lies follow. ]

[ But perhaps Cassandra is wrong. No one seems to see what she sees. Everyone trusts this woman sitting in front of her and yet she only smells a snake. That makes her the odd woman out. ] Do not try and play coy, I can see through whatever falsities you are trying to feed me.