The ambassadors are here

"The Orlesian ambassadors are here."

The words could not be less welcome. Orlesians. Ambassadors. He must be superficially polite, swallow down all of his resentment and rage, keep his hands free of weapons and his face free of a scowl.

"They're asking to speak with Teyrna Celia. They feel this would be more," a gentle cough, "productive."

"Yes." Loghain let go of the arms of his chair, sure his fingers would leave dents in the wood. "She is in her office."

The Gwaren lad smiled, not attempting to hide his relief. "Good. We all love her, you know."

He did.