His expression shows his clear distaste for anyone referring anyone else to Samson of all people. "I wouldn't take anything the prison has to say for anything other than bluster. He's got little left to lose, and honestly, killing him would be a mercy at this point."
If anyone gives a command, he doubts he'd even be the first in line to do the job, but he'll damn well race anyone there. And yet mercy is not exactly what he deserves. He barely deserves a pot to piss in. Maker knows what will happen to him, if he stays in Skyhold or somehow makes the move to Kirkwall. Maybe someone can lose him overboard in a tragic accident.
"I could give you some names, let you see for yourself if you care to bring them in. It's your operation," he reminds, though knows he doesn't need to. "More Templars would be sympathetic to the job, but we might see about others slightly less susceptible to the corruption and temptation from their tainted brothers."
No one, of course, is immune. They know this now. Not even dwarves, at least so far as the storyteller Tethras says, at least not fully. Foolish, he suspects, to think himself and his own ilk to be so far above the rest. The Maker has granted them many gifts, but this is a step too far.
"We'll talk to the brother, send a few scouts if we can spare them depending on what information we get. We can start asking about fellows to assist once Kirkwall is more set up; it's going to take a lot of energy and concentration as it is."
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If anyone gives a command, he doubts he'd even be the first in line to do the job, but he'll damn well race anyone there. And yet mercy is not exactly what he deserves. He barely deserves a pot to piss in. Maker knows what will happen to him, if he stays in Skyhold or somehow makes the move to Kirkwall. Maybe someone can lose him overboard in a tragic accident.
"I could give you some names, let you see for yourself if you care to bring them in. It's your operation," he reminds, though knows he doesn't need to. "More Templars would be sympathetic to the job, but we might see about others slightly less susceptible to the corruption and temptation from their tainted brothers."
No one, of course, is immune. They know this now. Not even dwarves, at least so far as the storyteller Tethras says, at least not fully. Foolish, he suspects, to think himself and his own ilk to be so far above the rest. The Maker has granted them many gifts, but this is a step too far.
"We'll talk to the brother, send a few scouts if we can spare them depending on what information we get. We can start asking about fellows to assist once Kirkwall is more set up; it's going to take a lot of energy and concentration as it is."