"Indeed, though it's relatively simple camp fare; the standard field rations, more ram meat than you could ever possibly want, and sometimes soup or stew, if someone's been tending the cookpot. Whatever else there is we bring in from Redcliffe Village, which is not overly far away."

Inessa nods to the Inquisition guards, who seem unfazed at the notion of yet another rifter joining them. Garahel perks up at mention of food, definitely wanting some of that ram meat. "'Entertaing' is not quite the word I would use; 'exhausting, perhaps. Even more so for those Wardens of significant rank, I imagine. I don't envy my superiors in Skyhold."

And as she leads him toward the mess tent, Inessa glances at him curiously. "...you would really spend your focus on mages? Even though you are not one yourself, and have no stake in this?" It's not condemning, but in her experience, that sort of thing is pretty rare.