Fire isn't Inessa's strong point, but that doesn't mean she can't assist. A small flame appears in her palm and she lowers it to the campfire arrangement, stepping back and inhaling the scent of wood smoke. Garahel wags his tail at Wren, hopefully expecting a pat or two before plopping down by them.

Staring off, Inessa nods as her lips form a thin line. "I have, yes. Last year, there was a mission in Emprise du Lion; several of us were sent to investigate disappearances, only to discover that Red Templars had captured and experimented on the missing. What we saw will be forever burned into my mind. There was a boy--"

She stares downward and clears her throat. "...forgive me, that is not a memory I would wish upon anyone."