Inessa's work at the Gallows kept her from visiting the docks that often, but when Garahel became restless, she decided on a change of pace. A day spent helping elsewhere wouldn't hinder there efforts, would it? No, she couldn't imagine such.

So it is that the small, slight elven woman and her much more solid mabari companion are going where they must, either energizing objects as needed or offering water to those who seemed to need it. Given that she remains clad in her Grey Warden attire, there's no mistaking her for a servant.

Upon realizing they have company, Garahel approaches first and wags his tail, ever-hopeful about receiving petting or praise. The fennec will have his curiosity, too, and he tries to get close enough to sniff at it. "Garahel, behave. You don't want to scare the poor thing. Sorry about that." Inessa offers a slight smile to the Avvar woman. "He can be too curious for his own good, at times."