Eddie & Adaar (& Open)
Adaar trusted that everyone was going to do what they had to.
After so much prep and planning and praying, it was best if she kept to herself and didn't interfere. So she took a quiet moment to think, cracking the knuckles on her real hand, running her fingers over the intricate engravings on the other. She could feel the new arm in the magic running through it, the veil quartz threaded through the other metals and shimmering its eerie colors that were both a solid green and every other color all at once, depending on how you looked at it, if you squinted or blinked or just got lucky.
She stood out even among such a diverse crowd, just reaching seven feet tall, her big boots planted in the ground, a wooden staff strapped to her back. She had made herself a new one, just to have something to hold and fight with that would do a little to amplify her magic -- not that she needed it, but she did need something to hold and to hit with when her mana ran low. Her face was red and white with her vitaar, the rest of her armor light, designed by her blacksmith back at Skyhold. There was nothing more she could do except wait, and she hated that.
When Eddie came close enough to talk to, Adaar bowed her head, her silhouette foreign and inhuman in the pink and orange lights of the sunset. "Ready?"