The Inquisitor had not a mabari

“Mabari?” Lady Montilyet stared incredulously at the Trevelian sitting in front of the fireplace. “Mabari” the Inquisitor replied thoughtfully. Josephine pursed her lips, looking through the lists of trade agreements, which had to be discussed and agreed upon, until the next feat forced the Inquisitor to carry good news from Andraste all over Tedas. The Ambassador hesitated. The only things she knew about mabari, that they are large, very large dogs, and that the level of respect in Ferelden was measured by the presence of these dogs. “But, Lady Trevelyan…” “Cullen” “Cullen?” Josephine was taken aback, something strange was going on with the Inquisitor. Could it be, that her mind damaged after what happened in the Vault? “I need Cullen” “May I ask what’s for?” “For mabari, isn’t it obvious?” Trevelyan in her turn looked suspiciously at her beloved, as if the same thoughts that had Lady Montilyet, were in her head, but there was damaged Josephine’s mind. “Very. Obviously.” With a faint smile Josefine looked at the girl, threw away unnecessary agreements on her desk and, taking out a bottle of gray whiskey, stored for cases like this, hurried to Leliana, hoping that the Inquisitor would visit the secret chancellor only after visiting everyone in Skyhold.