...I really need to stop joking about how scary I am.

[ She's not! Not really! Usually? ]

No. If I'd been the usual variety of rogue mage, I'd have been arrested and dragged off to the Gallows, assuming they didn't find an excuse to kill me on the spot. You know, like looking at them funny or something. [ Someone's not a fan of templars, clearly. ] But I managed to stumble into the oh so lovable role of Champion, so arresting me would have caused more trouble than it was worth.