It would be entirely different if a Templar were to redecorate my Clinic. They've done it many, many times, after all, always enjoying smashing what we hadn't been able to get out because we didn't have enough warning. Cots, healing potions, salves, everything.

[The amusement is gone from his voice. Is she threatening him? It's not like he went down and grew plants all over the place. He'd already done enough at the scene.]

I'm not sure why you're telling me this must be handled, and it's not even certain it was the Dalish. Why are you messaging me? Just to make me worried that you're going to lead the next raid and follow in Meredith and Cullen's glorious footsteps? You'll not intimidate me into stopping.