[It takes a moment for Korrin to gather the calm needed to sit rather than pace, but Araceli is all the incentive she needs. Plopping down somewhat gracelessly thanks to her mood, she nods at mention of gaatlok and mulls over the rest. Araceli is far more patient than her hotheaded self is ever likely to be, and thus her influence is definitely needed and appreciated. Korrin doesn't want to make a bad situation even worse, as hard as it is to rein in her temper. Drawing in a deep breath, she finally nods to that last comment.]

...I won't. The council means a lot to the mages here, as a stepping stone to building something better after the war. I don't want to endanger that in any way, much as it kills me to let the Grey Wardens have their way on this. The Mage-Templar War can't afford to reignite again, especially not in the middle of a greater crisis. Damn the Wardens, they know we need them. But they'd better keep that abomination as far from the rest of us as possible, for everyone's sake.

[She huffs and leans back, a little calmer but still irked.] Those friends Anders knew from Kirkwall, they must have known. Varric, Merrill...he couldn't have stayed hidden this long without help. I don't know if I can look at them the same way again, when they knowingly endangered us all. They can dress it up any way they like, but that's what it comes down to, doesn't it? Fuck....