She's deputized Zann to make the Reverend Mother as uncomfortable as humanly possible, a task to which she has taken like, well, like an elven maleficar to fucking with the Chantry. This leaves Jahenna with free time to spend on reading, battle drills, and- oh for fuck's sake.
"My liege," nods Jahenna. "To what do I owe the honor?"
"Just checking in. How goes it?"
"Just polishing my armor, sire."
"Excellent!" Cailan sits on a tree stump and starts- talking at her.
"Maker's breath, look who it is, my goodness, it's Duncan and some new recruit, I simply must go meet them so sorry to cut you off." Jahenna takes off at top speed, leaving Cailan in a cloud of thinning dust.
"Duncan. Maker, Andraste and all her fucking cousins be praised. His Majesty is trying to talk to me. He- Andraste's lacy underwear, he followed me. If you need me I'll be hiding in a river." She takes off again.
"Good day, Duncan!" hails Cailan. "I see you've a new recruit to your number! How goes it, friend?"
"Uh. Fine?" says Tev.
"I eat well," says Tev.
"Good plan," says Tev.
Duncan turns to Tev. "I apologize for Cailan's behavior. He... is not as versed in courtly-"
"Oh, thank fuck. Is he gone?" demands Jahenna, who has suddenly appeared. (There is duckweed in her hair.) "Hi. Newbie. I'm Jahenna. Nice sword, do you one-hand that thing? Good fucking hell you're tall. Hi."
"Is everyone I meet going to tell me how tall I am?" wonders Tev. "I have noticed. Nothing against you personally, Warden."
"Yes. I one-hand. Although I'm starting to think the shortened hilt was a mistake, because when my shield is off making friends I might like to use both hands for the sword."
Jahenna's brow furrows. "Autonomous shield? That's odd. I- have never heard of that. Which does not make sense. I have heard of everything."
"You haven't heard of this. It's not exactly autonomous," he says. "I control it. Mostly. It's a little temperamental. I picked it up on my way out of... a place." Why do so many conversations seem to end in him having to describe the place.
Jahenna squints at the shield.
"Blood magic. Always with the fucking blood magic. I assume that whoever made it is dead? Unless you made it, and we've decided to become the Maleficar Corps."
"I don't recall any maleficarum in the Wardens," objects Duncan.
Jahenna winces. "That... is a conversation for later."
"Some people are definitely dead," he says. "I think some of them might have gotten away, though. I was a little out of it."
"Now, about that maleficar?" Duncan prompts.
Jahenna winces again. She opens her mouth to respond, but notices a plume of smoke coming from inside the camp. "Speaking of your fellow recruit, I think we'd better go check that she hasn't immolated Cailan or something."
"You recruited a-"
"Yes I recruited a maleficar, I was tired, it seemed like a good idea at the time, will everyone shut up about it!"
Tev offers no opinions on the subject of recruiting maleficars.
The pace towards the plume of smoke and likely maleficar: quick, but not quite an outright run. Running implies panic. Quickness implies... urgency.
There appears to have been a fire in the upper floors of the temporary chapel. Zann is nearby whistling innocently while a Tranquil throws frost runes at the blaze.
"Hi! Did you come to help with the fire? There's really no need, I think Billy over there has it under control."
The Tranquil turns to look... slightly less blank than usual, in the shape of what might almost be a glare. "My name is not Billy. It is Janon."
"Please explain how this fire started. Using the truth, if possible."
"Well, it's a wooden building. And the attic was full of scrolls, Chant of Light and that shit. Maybe someone dropped a candle?"
"It's broad daylight."
"You set it on fire," says Tev, lest they continue this runaround for an hour.
Zann spares a glance at Tev, then spares another one. "Fuck, were you missing the day they passed around the short? In what way is this fair?" At Jahenna's look, she admits, "The Reverend Mother... may have been saying certain things about how magic must serve man. And I may have had... the passing thought... that she must have better things to do. And just as I thought that, the chapel caught fire, as though by a miracle. Have we considered that I may be the next great prophet of the Maker?"
She turns to Duncan. "Sir, I don't know that we have any reason to doubt Sazann's testimony. I personally believe that the chapel burst into flames due to the will of the Maker, or possibly a passing dragon."
Duncan gently rests his face in his hands.