"Yes, I have heard that's what Templars do best." She quirked a brow up slightly. It was a strange practice to her mind, the guarding of mages. But she would do whatever she was paid to do, no matter what her thoughts were on the issue. And truly, this wizard could have commited crimes. She had no idea, and she really didn't care.
She shifted her eyes to the fully armored Templar, glancing him over from head to foot. This was armor she'd come to associate with the Chantry's holy knights. Though she never really understood it. It looked bulky and awkward and uncomfortable. Her eyes lingered on his legs for a long moment, or where she assumed his legs were, behind a draping of dark red damp fabric. Sensing his hostile look she turned back to Aurin.
"I'm nearly always ready. Let's be off then. It's best to keep moving so the wet doesn't leave us chilled." She spared a glance at the other fellow, what was his name? Terric. A whisper of a smirk ghosted over her lips. "Though I could suggest many ways to keep warm. I doubt your fellow would approve."
She wondered if there was any truth to the Chantry types who were so pious that they spent hours flogging themselves for some imagined sin. Probably.
When they set off Imenry easily kept pace with Auric, her long legs eating up the ground with each step. Her boots tracked through mud and damp grass and she avoided the worst of the puddles only because her socks were the only thing she was wearing that were actually dry and she'd like to keep it that way. She swept her hair back against a gust of wind, blinking raindrops from dark lashes. Ferelden weather was always a trial, no matter the season.