Tevinter isn't a place Araceli had researched much beyond the history needed to fill in the gaps, not until before volunteering to come along but she once again finds herself uniquely grateful for First Day. Chance meetings at parties with Tevinter priests are uncommonly rare, and so she does have that, tempered with everything else to fall back on. Lux sticks close to her heels, not exactly made for tracking like a mabari but she knows what he's useful for.

A lookout that's lighter on their feet than anyone with two legs could ever wish to be? Lux all over.

Still, as someone that actually despairs about how terrible (translation: bland) the majority of the food seems to be for the trip, Araceli is more than happy to volunteer for the majority of cooking duties. Which is why she waves a hand in Inessa's direction, holding out a spoon to her.

"Can you come taste this? I don't want to burn your tongues off."