The view from up here certainly gave one a broader picture of the Inquisition as it stood. Elves, dwarves, qunari, mage and templar alike...it was all a great deal stranger than anything she'd seen in their little village growing up in the Hinterlands, or even their equally quaint home in South Reach.

That was what happened when you went out into the world, she supposed.

A gust of wind had Mia pulling her fur a little more tightly around her shoulders, but a stronger burst took her by surprise. The basket she'd held balanced under her arm as she walked suddenly blew out from under her, rolling along the battlement stones and spilling its contents as it went.

Looked as though the hounds were the only ones to enjoy those cookies now.

"Maker," she swore softly, before giving the basket chase.