As someone who is neither guard nor servant, Inessa makes no move toward the main hall herself. She might have made the effort anyway, but Antonio's already rubbed her the wrong way and so he can manage the short trip there alone. "I have yet to speak with the ambassador directly, though her reputation as fair-minded and accommodating precedes her. For now, though, I must return to the Warden camp. Good afternoon."

She nods politely, then gestures for Garahel to get up from where he's plopped down in the grass.