There's someone in dire need of Cole's help nearby, a large and canine someone. An adult mabari is pacing and whining below Sera's tavern roof. The source of his angst? A ball, which has yet to come back down.

The one who threw it, a young elven woman in Grey Warden attire, sighs upon seeing the results of her throwing arm. "...at least it didn't break a window. Stay, Garahel. I'll...figure out something." She heads inside with the intent of reaching the window opening out to that roof. Hopefully it isn't as slick as it appears to her; she's not exactly the athletic sort. Maybe if she could reach it with her staff...?