Not far behind Malcom is Inessa, in full Grey Warden attire and gripping her staff. She doesn't brandish it or otherwise made a display of her power, not yet. Perhaps it will come to driving people away through fear, but she doesn't want to be the sort of person who uses it as a first resort. So she stands straight, eyes slightly narrowed as she surveys those gathered.

Hoping the presence of a Seeker -well, two of them- will be enough to quell the mob mentality, the young Warden remains calm, gesturing for her mabari to stay back. He won't attack without her say-so.