Two elves, a Tevinter magister, and a Qunari. It was instantly apparent who this ragtag group was. There really wasn't anybody else it could be. Ataashi glanced back at Adisa - her face was lit on one side by magelight, but she looked fierce and dangerous anyways.
She, too, took in the group in the doorway, their own weapons out, but didn't lower her staff. She leaned a bit on the hand on Ataashi's back, but didn't come off guard. The fact that this was the Inquisition didn't necessarily mean that they wouldn't be attacked still.
Ataashi lowered his axe a little, out of a ready position, but not holding it lightly either. "Not looking to start a fight with the Inquisition," he said finally. They would fight back if they were attacked, however, and lose their lives miserably, but there wasn't a way out of this room that wasn't past the Inquisitor and his men.
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Date: 2016-06-06 02:43 am (UTC)She, too, took in the group in the doorway, their own weapons out, but didn't lower her staff. She leaned a bit on the hand on Ataashi's back, but didn't come off guard. The fact that this was the Inquisition didn't necessarily mean that they wouldn't be attacked still.
Ataashi lowered his axe a little, out of a ready position, but not holding it lightly either. "Not looking to start a fight with the Inquisition," he said finally. They would fight back if they were attacked, however, and lose their lives miserably, but there wasn't a way out of this room that wasn't past the Inquisitor and his men.