Noooo Primrose come baaaack she never even got to pet you... Adalia stares after the wolfdog with a sad pout, but she knows better than to accost a strange dog who is not inviting the accosting. Still, she will love you one day.

"I don't know about complicated," she responds, tearing her eyes away from Primrose to look back over at Loghain. "I mean, things here seem needlessly complicated to me. Innate magic is sometimes feared where I'm from, but there isn't a whole system set in place to... what was the word? Harrowing? We don't have anything like that. Magic users just... are. Some people dislike us, some people find us useful."

There is a hint of judgment in her voice — the idea of forcing sorcerers into confrontations with creatures that could possess them, and then killing them when they inevitably fail, leaves a knot in her stomach and fire in her chest. There are better systems, things that could be done to reduce the risk of possession without holding death over peoples' heads!

...she assumes. She doesn't know, can't know yet, but it seems like the kind of thing that's asking for more trouble, not less.

"Anyway, magic doesn't make someone necessarily evil or good. Magic just is, it's all in how you use it, just like knowledge. That's true of anything that grants power."