“Magister,” repeated Cullen slowly. “There is a Tevinter Magister occupying Redcliffe Castle.”
“Yes, Commander,” confirmed Cassandra in a clipped tone.
“And another Magister warned the Herald that this is some sort of plot to trap her?”
“Not a Magister,” corrected Meryell as she leaned her hip against the map table, her eyes focused on the marker that had been placed over Redcliffe on the map of Ferelden. “We use the term as a sort of blanket word for all Tevinter mages but Magisters are all members of the Magisterium, one of the ruling legislative bodies. Judging by our friend’s fine clothes, manners, and the fact that he had a Magister as a mentor, he’s probably an Altus. Still high class but he seems to have enough fucking sense to know that the usual blend of Tevinter we think of down here isn’t the way to go.”