The only guess he has is that these people were hoping the Inquisition would kill the mages, not take them, but still, this riotous behaviour is outlandish at best and might spill to bloodshed. Malcolm struts up to the carriage. "Keep moving, no matter what happens. The Inquisition will not be cowed by a group of scared and angry civilians."

With that, he turns his horse, whistles for his dog, and plants himself in the path of the Nevarrans. In full Seeker regalia, the symbol of the Watchful Eye emblazoned on him, he hopes to quell this group before anything unfortunate should happen. His voice is calm but strong, trying to be heard over the din without resorting to shouting like a madman.

"Good people of Perendale, come to order--what quarrel have you with the Inquisition?" The din lessens only somewhat. "I say, I will have order! Stay your hands and your voices and let us settle the matter in peace." Blood mob mentality, they might not even have a single person to speak for them. Charles whinnies and stamps a foot into the ground, and Milady's hackles are raised. Malcolm, thankfully, keeps any weapons of his sheathed for the moment.

And if they don't want order or peace, he really hopes someone else has decided to join his one-man blockade.