"That's good to know. I would prefer not to be thrown, if at all possible. And I know bears and some drakes are in the mountains, but hopefully the Inquisition presence keeps them at bay so he won't have to discover his might against theirs." Nuggalopes seem to have a thick hide to go with those large horns, but still. Inessa's not certain of its longevity versus that of such beasts. "Poor Lux, though. I hope his dignity and tail have recovered."

She glances down with a smile as Garahel frolicks along below, staying out of way of The Walrus' feet and randomly barking at things. "His exposure to big dogs will change that, I suspect. There are many Fereldens in this area and with them, mabari. It will be good for them to have company they can't quite so easily knock over, for a change." Having been the subject of many such incidents, the thought of Garahel trying -and failing- to do the same makes her smirk. "Racing isn't my skill, but I would be a willing audience for the races themselves. Should you enter The Walrus, I might be tempted to test my luck."