With Alistair being king , He had an extensive court at the tips of his fingers, Guards, Knights all of it. Including a scribe, You. You kept the records, wrote down every little detail, every last word.

Just like now, You sat in the study with him listening as he spoke, mindlessly gliding the sharp end of the ink stained pen over the empty scroll, pausing only occasionally to dip the pen back into the glass jar of ink.

—But with Magic and nasty sneers. I don't know what they're up to, but I need to find them and drive them out. Since the Inquisition knows all about them..I'm hoping you'll help. Something... something...

His words trailed off along with your ink, hardly paying attention to a word he said, immediately placing it onto the paper instead.

Wait did you just write that?

Finally your attention was torn from the paper as you looked over the last few words you wrote, nose crinkling in confusion before finally listening to his words.

"You scribes do this on purpose, Don't you?"