InsaneJournal

It wasn't that Adaar wanted to be face to face with Hissrad, but better her than anyone else. Bull was her friend and her responsibility as one of her people. If he was confused, stressed, even scared, it was her place to make sure he didn't hurt anyone. Or himself.

But she knew how she looked to him. A mage, free of the Qun's restraints. If he was still going by Hissrad, he would believe that she could speak demons into him. He wouldn't be happy to see her. Perhaps stupidly, she left her staff and her armor in her room, meaning to approach him as inoffensively as possible. Adaar still had her clearly-magical right arm, metallic and shimmering with the veil quartz threaded through the iron and steel, but she wasn't going to take off a limb to confront an angry Qunari.

There was confusion in the halls with all the people who were also suddenly confused, but at least Bull stuck out, and people could point her in his direction without having to know him. In a bigger space, he'd probably be harder to find, but she wasn't sure that finding him quickly was a good thing.

"Andraste's---Hissrad!"