The nearest person happens to be a slight, pale elven woman in Grey Warden armor, with a staff strapped to her back, carrying a similar air about her. At her side is a mabari, well-groomed and currently lacking kaddis. When the elf approaches them, he perks up and wags his tail hopefully.

Leading Garahel away from the healing tents, Inessa turns and straightens upon realizing she's being addressed. A quick assessment has her doubting that this is a mere refugee, as they usually enter haggard and lacking much of anything except the clothes on their backs. The Orlesian accent doesn't seem to bother her, though her own is faintly Fereldan.

Inclining her head, Inessa smiles politely. "I do. I was taking my companion for a walk anyway, so it's no trouble for us to lead the way. I am Inessa and this is Garahel." Garahel responds with a friend bark.