In all the time she had spent in Orlais, seeing someone dancing around luggage with a bear chasing after them had to be about the second or third weirdest thing to date. Not that she was particularly counting-- at least not at that moment. The elf looked like he needed help and she was not inclined to let a bear make chow out of someone.

Thankfully she had enough foresight to bring her staff, thanks to the anonymity and immunity the mask of the Inquisition provided. Twirling the staff in hand, she brought the butt of it down hard, sending a barrage of icy missiles launching from it. Helpfully, they arced around the luggage and avoided the elf to hit the bear on its big shaggy head,