Pascal flinched internally as he noticed tension how the First Enchanter reacted to his words. The Knight Commander had to control himself to not reach for a sword that wasn't there anymore. Pascal couldn't blame her for it however, the scars of the Mage-Templar War were still raw in the minds of many. And maybe they would never heal. But as Knight-Commander of Kirkwall he was determined to rebuild the confidence and respect that the Order once enjoyed. Show the world, and specially the Mages under his care, that the Templars once again would stand as a bastion of peace and security. Maybe it was a lofty dream, but he would try his best. Pascal wouldn't let the confidence that the Divine placed upon him go to waste.

	"I'm sure you will love it." Pascal remarked when the First Enchanter revealed that she never had visited the Marches. "I've never been to Kirkwall myself but despite everything said about it I've heard the city is beautiful." And he immediately regretted speaking. Even to his own ears it sounded silly and out of place. That wasn't a good way to give a first impression to his peers, lest they think of him as some addled fool. Damn his nerves. And now the mask was starting to feel uncomfortable, though he didn't dare remove it. Pascal had no idea if it would be considered an insult and decided not to risk it.

	Pascal was about to point out that the Kirkwall Circle had an elf as First Enchanter for years. But fortunately he shut his mouth. The new First Enchanter probably wouldn't like being compared to Orsino. Besides, she had a point. As much as he wanted to believe that their arrival would be unopposed they couldn't simply count on hopes and dreams. Someone would probably use the bad memory left by Orsino's last desperate actions as propaganda against an elf in a high position in the Circle. And the fact that the new Viscount had spent years living in Orlais would also be a strong arguing point against them. After all, two of the three most influential people on the city being Orlesians, or at least considered such, would anger the independent-minded folk of the Free Marches. 

	The Knight-Commander realized that by bringing with him several Templars from Hasmal would also do little to earn them any good graces with the locals. His intentions were only to put people he trusted and knew were competent in positions to support him. But now he perceived that he would also essentially be limiting the influence and power of the locals. There was nothing that could be done now, he couldn't just return to his retinue and tell them to go back to Hasmal. Nor he wanted to do that. Besides, it would take a while to recruit and train a satisfactory number of new initiates anyway. The presence of several experienced Templars, even if not from Kirkwall, would surely help while he worked to reestablish the Order in the city.

	"I'm sure you will." Pascal replied even as he wondered if her first remark was an insult or compliment. "After all, the Divine choose you. It surely means that you at least have the necessary potential to make this work." He added in a reassuring tone. Though by what he had seen since arriving in Val Royeaux, there was probably something else at play here. Shaking his head slightly Pascal decided that it was something to think about in the future. Now they had other priorities.

	The Knight Commander silently brought a chair closer to the desk. Paperwork was good, it was something -relatively- simple and Pascal was good at it.  Sometimes he even found himself enjoying the mind numbing effort that accompanied the mountains of parchments the Templar officers had to deal with from times to times. And as the new Knight Commander of Kirkwall he would probably be dealing with much more of the sort for the rest of his -hopefully long- tenure. So it was a plus that he was at least used to it. Except for casualty reports, those he could do without for a multitude of reasons.

	"Do you need anything from us? Documents, declarations or the sort?" Pascal asked as he tried not to fidget with the clasps of his mask. "I've brought copies of several documents from Hasmal. They're probably with my Templars." Thinking of it, Pascal realized that his people were probably awaiting for him near the entrance. The fact that they hadn't be allowed to enter the ceremony too gave the Knight Commander a short moment of panic before he controlled himself. It was just a question of ceremony and decorum, if the Divine had any desire to harm Pascal he would've been purged with the rest. 

OOC: Out of curiosity was there any mention of what happened to the Lyrium statue that Meredith turned into?