There's some more artwork, a few classrooms or meeting spaces. The living quarters are off-limits to the public.

Hisame has never heard of an 'off limits' that applies to a determined enough shinobi.

Effectively invisible snooping!

The clerics are almost as boring as the mages, but without the guard dog excuse.

Such a pity. She was hoping for at least a few repressed desires.

She thinks they've learned all they easily can here, though. The Chantry will likely serve as a bastion of moral support - not a concrete, direct threat, but they might be able to organize adventurers against threats, and a strike to them would be dreadfully demoralizing.

It's dark out when they leave.

"That was... enlightening."

She laughs. "They certainly like their creepy tenets, don't they?"

"The mythos surrounding Andraste is fascinatingly complex. I can almost believe most of it is real history."

"It seems likely there was a real figure somewhere. Of course, my world was also destroyed by a fable, so."

"I'll keep an open mind. Shall we see if this town has any nightlife to speak of?"

"Perhaps we'll finally meet someone interesting."

"That might be nice." Off they set through the city streets.

Before long, a perceptive observer might notice they're being tailed from the shadows by multiple people.

There's a very minor visual discontinuity as Hisame swaps places with a clone, quickly moving to a rooftop (she arranges to be out of easy line of sight during this).

Whosoever might be following them, hm?

A gang of lowlife thugs who want to kill them and take their stuff, it seems. One of them rushes the Keres and is very surprised when his sword bounces off her robes. He is then summarily blasted back and into a wall, hitting with an unpleasant crunch and leaving a crater where he had been standing.

     "She's a mage! Rush her!" someone shouts, and the other fifteen barrel in.

Five of the fifteen get knives in their spines courtesy of a hidden Hisame, as her clone darts towards the one dumb enough to shout, drawing her sword.

The thugs are not at all skilled, and entirely unprepared for opponents of this caliber

They die so disappointingly easy.

"You can come back down now," she says to the clone after it's over, standing in the midst of the bodies. "I don't think those were the interesting people we were looking for."

She jumps down, dismissing her clone. "Pity. They were barely good target practice."

"And here I was hoping you'd leave at least one of them alive," says a new voice appearing down the street. She's dressed strangely compared to others they've seen here, with robes looser and of lighter cloth, and has a different accent. "Why, might I ask, are you looking for interesting people?"

"I apologize sincerely for not leaving you - prey? Someone to interrogate? I was unfortunately unaware of your interest, and they didn't strike me as likely to play at all enjoyably."

"And this place and its people been dreadfully boring so far. I'm used to cities having a bit more spice to them."

"A warm and breathing body was what I sought. I targeted these because it seemed unlikely anyone would miss them. As for spice, one simply needs to know where to look. There is a long and sordid history lurking beneath this city's surface."

"Sounds like all we've been missing was a local guide."

"I don't think she's a local."

"Indeed not. I am a visitor from the Tevinter Imperium. Even so, for some reason I suspect that is more local than the two of you."

"Clever. We're not local at all, no."