It will be Loghain’s choice, of course. She would sooner cut off her hand than force anyone to do anything against their will. But if it will make the breathtaking level of discomfort that this whole event will bring something of her choice, if it will maybe aid in taking eyes off of her long enough for her to do what she needs to, she will suggest it.

It’s easy to find him; and it’s easier still to find her way there. She’s waiting for him, leaning against the wall in the room he’s claimed as an office, all but materializing there unseen by servants and Wardens alike. “I brought you a few maps,” she says by way of greeting, as well as announcing her presence. One or two are maps she’s discovered pouring through Skyhold’s library, a handful more are one’s she’s discovered in her travels, and three are maps from clan Lavellan, carefully transcribed and copied for this purpose.

“And an invitation.”