During the battle, one elven woman made her presence obvious. Her debilitating ice magic was rather unsubtle, though she did her share of hexes and protective barriers as well Alongside her was a large war hound, providing defense as she cast her spells. Sometimes, that defense was needed and at those moments, the war hound reacted swiftly and with a strong bite.

When the demon is drawn back into the Fade and the rift is sealed, Inessa doesn't take a moment to rest. Instead, she slips her staff onto her back once more and makes the rounds, casting healing spells upon those who seem to need it. Rifters get the bulk of her attention, as they tend to lack supplies. Spotting the elf that's nearly two feet taller than her, Inessa automatically straightens as she approaches. Her voice is calm and even, her accent matching the Fereldan forces of the bunch.

"Are you hurt? Do you need healing?" Her mabari pads over alongside her, tail wagging hopefully.