Maker, what a mess. Having it out with an angry mob was not on Aleron's list of accomplishments for this mission. Then again, not much of it had been as initially expected. He's rather used to rolling with life's punches, but this is one time he's very firm that he'd just as soon see no punches whatsoever.

To that end, he rides up from his position as the point in front of the carriage to take a full assessment of their situation. As he passes by their temporary charges, he gives the quiet instruction of: no barriers, not even a flicker of created light. Nothing which would give the mob their much wanted catalyst to begin a fight. Half of their Templars present are directed to aid Cade and Bethany in keeping the carriage surrounded and secure. The other half, he motions to come and set up a visible presence behind Malcolm.

With good hope, a show of solidarity with two Seekers, a group of Templars, and an array of Inquisition agents will be enough deterrent to dissuade the group from attempting anything violent. So far, everything is still nice and orderly.

Except for the mob which erupts into a cacophony of outbursts all coming out at once. They aren't even cohesive arguments, though a few winners stand out if anyone can filter the noise into individual sentences. The butcher is put out because someone in their number is skipping town without paying his bill. Others are terrified the mages are leaving to pull demons out of the local Rift (which anyone has yet to actually pinpoint its location) to take the city by force. One very plaintive voice is terribly distraught that Uncle Julian is being taken away. A shill woman demands to know where the bombs have been planted in the city. Either way, there seems to be no leader or spokesperson, anymore than there's one binding complaint to be addressed.

If the situation weren't so incredibly tense, it'd actually be laughable.