Having spent most of her life in communal quarters, Inessa is not at all fazed by the necessity to share her room with whoever needs the crashspace. She's just relieved to get out of the rain and somewhere dry and warm for a change. Since the Inquisition has essentially taken over the inn, she feels comfortable changing out of her armor before heading downstairs. Dancing isn't something that's likely to happen unless Ciri or Kain request it, but she is reasonably social while enjoying her mulled wine and will make room for anyone deciding to join her.
Garahel, tired from all the traveling, is less of a social butterfly than usual. He's plopped down in front of the fireplace, not budging from that spot unless Inessa requests it. That said, he'll roll over for belly rubs if anyone approaches him.
Nevarra City
The parades certainly catch Inessa's interest when she's out and about, pausing with Garahel on the sidelines to observe recreations of battles and dragonslayings. She's never seen anything quite like it before, and lingers despite wanting to see as much of the city as possible in their short stay. As someone approaches, Inessa glances over with a distracted smile.
"Isn't it breathtaking? I wonder how they managed to get the dragon to--" Interrupted, Inessa turns to see two groups of rivals glaring daggers at each other while their leaders have a spirited shouting match regarding sabotage between them. Having no doubt that the situation will escalate and not wanting to be caught in the middle of it, the slight elven Warden begins to back up. "...we'd best depart."
Necropolis
Now, this is the area Inessa had most wanted to see. Everything else is an interesting diversion, to be sure, but she's wanted to see the legendary Grand Necropolis for some time now. The invitation is promptly accepted, of course, and Inessa plans to make the most of it. Nevarran customs are not her own, but her respectful curiosity is unlikely to ruffle any feathers. Garahel is at her side, naturally, the mabari alert but not tense.
Keeping pace with the group, Inessa is rather quieter than usual as she stares in awe at the walls and crypts, amazed at the sheer size of what surrounds them. The ornate areas are a feast for the eyes, but she's just as interested in the simpler crypts and the stories attached to those families long since died out. The incense doesn't seem to bother her, though Garahel sneezes loudly every now and then. As they enter the Pentaghast crypt, she peers intently at the animated corpses. If it's unnerving to see them follow her movement, she's not about to say so and risk offending their tour host.
...where is he, by the way? Inessa's about to ask, when Garahel lets out a low, tense growl and that immediately catches her attention. Moments later, that door creaks open and she spots the corpses that Garahel sensed. Automatically, she casts a Barrier spell over herself, her mabari and anyone else nearby.
Inessa Serra
Having spent most of her life in communal quarters, Inessa is not at all fazed by the necessity to share her room with whoever needs the crashspace. She's just relieved to get out of the rain and somewhere dry and warm for a change. Since the Inquisition has essentially taken over the inn, she feels comfortable changing out of her armor before heading downstairs. Dancing isn't something that's likely to happen unless Ciri or Kain request it, but she is reasonably social while enjoying her mulled wine and will make room for anyone deciding to join her.
Garahel, tired from all the traveling, is less of a social butterfly than usual. He's plopped down in front of the fireplace, not budging from that spot unless Inessa requests it. That said, he'll roll over for belly rubs if anyone approaches him.
Nevarra City
The parades certainly catch Inessa's interest when she's out and about, pausing with Garahel on the sidelines to observe recreations of battles and dragonslayings. She's never seen anything quite like it before, and lingers despite wanting to see as much of the city as possible in their short stay. As someone approaches, Inessa glances over with a distracted smile.
"Isn't it breathtaking? I wonder how they managed to get the dragon to--" Interrupted, Inessa turns to see two groups of rivals glaring daggers at each other while their leaders have a spirited shouting match regarding sabotage between them. Having no doubt that the situation will escalate and not wanting to be caught in the middle of it, the slight elven Warden begins to back up. "...we'd best depart."
Necropolis
Now, this is the area Inessa had most wanted to see. Everything else is an interesting diversion, to be sure, but she's wanted to see the legendary Grand Necropolis for some time now. The invitation is promptly accepted, of course, and Inessa plans to make the most of it. Nevarran customs are not her own, but her respectful curiosity is unlikely to ruffle any feathers. Garahel is at her side, naturally, the mabari alert but not tense.
Keeping pace with the group, Inessa is rather quieter than usual as she stares in awe at the walls and crypts, amazed at the sheer size of what surrounds them. The ornate areas are a feast for the eyes, but she's just as interested in the simpler crypts and the stories attached to those families long since died out. The incense doesn't seem to bother her, though Garahel sneezes loudly every now and then. As they enter the Pentaghast crypt, she peers intently at the animated corpses. If it's unnerving to see them follow her movement, she's not about to say so and risk offending their tour host.
...where is he, by the way? Inessa's about to ask, when Garahel lets out a low, tense growl and that immediately catches her attention. Moments later, that door creaks open and she spots the corpses that Garahel sensed. Automatically, she casts a Barrier spell over herself, her mabari and anyone else nearby.