Altha sighed he looked at the owner, giving her a nod he threw her a rather large and sizable pouch of what looked to be around 80 sovereigns. Immediately the room was emptied, drunks thrown out customers told to come back later grumbling. Altha cleared his throat gone was the humor and good nature as he produced a map of Ferelden laying it out on the table. "Alright boys and girls here's the details I collected, encase any of you were wondering, I've been on this job since the Inquisition was first built in Haven. So I have found that the Templars who did not agree with abandoning the Chantry about a hundred or so, there in the frost back mountains training new Templars in a old Tevinter fortress. Before you ask I tried the diplomatic approach... They killed the two negotiators with me and captured me" He stopped thinking for a moment. "However the guard was very polite Templar women who seemed to have a interest in me. So I got her to unlock the cell by faking that I had been stabbed by the Knight-commander there during one of the interrogations and stole the key off her leaving that place."

"Now as to for the mission I'm working on a way to get us and distract the Templar's long enough for the terrible idea I have. See I have something worse than any poison and fouler than anything else every distilled, the plan is to dump this in the water supply and food stores then wait them out. Eventually they have to come out and talk with us or die slow and painful death which are not are faults Leliana can't yell at us." His cheerful demeanor returned as he smiled. "So speak up with questions and comments I know you have them."