While Leonard lacked proper knowledge about Genevieve's background in politics, he was still sane enough to make a proper guess as to the basics of it. While the Order differed from land to land, becoming even more different the farther up North one went, there were not many differences between those that were within Orlais and Ferelden. In fact, the largest difference was probably just how much each land relied upon them. The duties of Ferelden Templars, to his understanding, had always been a bit different than those within Orlais. Orlais was larger and far more organized, thus allowing for the Templars to primarily focus upon acting as wardens to the mages. In contrast, Ferelden had not been organized nearly as long and lacked many of the forces that Orlais had, particularly with the chaos of the Dragon Age. As such, Templars occasionally found their duties drifting to not only acting as wardens within Circles, but they had occasionally lived to protect the people. It was a role that Leonard had become familiar with at one point, particularly during the Fifth Blight.
Or...this had once been true. Now, it was hard to say who truly was a Templar when so many found themselves lost after the Circles had fallen. The Inquisition was certainly not helping his lost brethren. They condemned the Red Templars, all the while ignoring the others who had no way and no role any longer within this world that would prefer to have them bow to fools like Samson.
It brought an unpleasant feeling, the song humming a bit louder, as it briefly crossed his mind who exactly might be negatively affected by this. He banished it as best he could, not wishing to focus on those of the past. After all, the only individuals who mattered were gone now. The present was what mattered now.
Quietly, he listened to Genevieve. Her explanation was a quiet confirmation of what he had considered. Templars, in his experience, normally did not join as he had, but normally found their way to the Order through either choice or desperation. It was easy to presume that something had happened to end her career as a bard, leading her towards the path of becoming a Templar.
The skills, though, were what were important. As long as she still possessed enough of them to gather information in a discrete manner, he could care less if her skills were not as fine tuned as they once were. Chances were that she was far more well practiced than most other Templars- the Maker certainly knew the average one held no talent for politics- and as long as she did not get caught that was good enough for him.
He nodded. "I am sure that you have heard of recent plans for Orlais, particularly in regards to what our Venatori allies are planning?" His expression was carefully neutral, leaving whatever opinion he held upon the subject of the assassination of the Empress hidden. "With the focus shifting to such a plan, the Red Templars will be primarily be focused upon searching and gathering." It was a fact he detested, if only because he viewed it as a waste of skill. After all, the Red Templars had already proven to be far more successful than the Venatori, having cut down the Inquisition's numbers at Haven greatly. In contrast, the Venatori had already presented at least one failure, and a fairly one at that. He did hope for their sake that they actually succeeded.
"The information that will be gathered will primarily lie within the political sphere," he said lightly, "Specifically within Orlais." He doubted he needed to mention how split the country was. After all, everyone was well aware of how the country was stuck within a seemingly endless civil war. "Information related to either the Inquisition or individuals that might benefit the cause would be best to focus on." He paused, as if something caught his attention. "Though, if there is anything that catches your attention as important feel free to bring that to attention. I just...ask you do not get caught."
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