"A mercenary, then? I heard they have accumulated quite a few of those." Inessa arches an eyebrow, curious though not judging. Work is work, and as long as it's on behalf of the Inquisition, the rest isn't really her business. She takes a sip of her own tea. "We arrived directly from Weisshaupt; the Grey Warden fortress in the Anderfels. Ferelden is my home, though. I'm glad to be back, even to circumstances such as these."

Glancing down at Garahel, she nudges him slightly. "You've had your fill, now let the poor man warm up." There's a soft whine in response, but the mabari will behave himself when Kirk pulls away...for now.