Inessa hasn't been in the area long, but the indistinct whispers and the thinness of the Veil have her attention. While it's undeniably unsettling, she does her best to put aside such feelings and explore all she can, even as Garahel is whining softly at her side. She pats his head, trying to reassure him though she doesn't want to leave just yet.

Loghain's call isn't immediately answered; in fact, it's nearly ignored altogether. The young Warden may have grudgingly agreed to work with him as need be, but was this really one of those times? But between Garahel's responding bark and her own curiosity, she stifles any resentment and approaches. Her personal space bubble remains in effect, but she'll get as close as need be in order to see what he's talking about.

Narrowing her eyes at the passageway, Inessa frowns thoughtfully. "I can conjure a light...." Garahel heads over to the entrance to sniff around, curious to see what he picks up.