Another who utterly fails to blend in is one small, elven Grey Warden and her faithful mabari. She keeps her staff at hand, resting a hand on Garahel to keep him close, despite his desire to sniff all the things. Being in the middle of a pirate settlement/market has a way of keeping Inessa on her guard, and she's not planning on lowering it anytime soon.

Hearing Waver speak, she examines the thick fabrics and frowns in thought. "You were in Skyhold, correct? Were we still in the Frostbacks, I would say such precautions were warranted. However, Kirkwall's climate is less harsh. It might not be necessary."