Inessa has a lot of feelings tangled up in the clusterfuck that Warden-Commander Clarel unleashed, which time and distance have barely eased. It's not helped by the ongoing mess in the Anderfels, either. Her order seems to be doing all it can to destroy any goodwill it has left, and that's a hard thing for swallow for someone who joined out of idealism.

"Since I was newly-joined and not of any significant rank, there was much I was not told. That didn't stop me from asking; in fact, I asked that very question. And yet, what I got in response was stonewalling. Follow orders, trust your superiors. Don't question. If there was an attempt made, it's not to my knowledge, but it obviously didn't go far enough, given how events unfolded. A true pity." Morrigan isn't a Warden, it's true, but she traveled with the Hero of Ferelden, was a Blight veteran. That made Inessa a little more open than she otherwise might be, mulled wine temporarily forgotten as her own gaze stares to the bolts of dark blues and other cool tones.