The battle was over almost as soon as it had begun and slowly Roran came to the realization that there was no more need to freeze and hack at things. Surprisingly she was disappointed at this. Roran's fear of magic stemmed from her ignorance of it. She knew only what the Chantry told the people and she felt like she was somehow betraying the Maker for wishing there were more darkspawn this stranger could freeze all so she could hack at them and have them shatter under her blade.
She was vaguely aware of the girl trying to form more frost with her hands and being unable, but her attention had been pulled to the square. Though it was a bit difficult for her to determine what was going on, she gathered that someone had fallen in the small battle. From the way everyone was acting, she figured it was either a knight or a noble or, Maker forbid, a Warden. Though the loss of a guard would be mourned, there wouldn't be the same silence that followed whoever was carrying his or her body. Respectfully, Roran bowed her head and offered up a silent pray for whoever it was. Noise behind her caused her to bring her attention back to the girl, blade poised for another attack if necessary.
A short ways off, however, a human form came slightly into view. Roran knew it wasn't a darkspawn because he was too tall and slender. And he didn't smell. Roran had never seen anyone so tall before and that was saying something. Her entire life, everyone had been taller than her but this man... he towered over her. It was unnatural. She didn't see the woman's reaction to his entrance until she spoke and even still she was confused. Seen him in her dreams? Well okay then. Roran had seen him around the village but didn't know his name or much, if anything, about him. As the young woman took another step closer to the man, Roran heard a rustle in the woods just to the right, raising a blade just as a hurlock rushed from the woods at the girl. Roran's reaction to attack was quick, but the girl was quicker and just as Roran went in to slice with her blade the darkspawn was enveloped in fire. It was all Roran could to stop herself in time from catching herself on fire as well.
She watched as the darkspawn burned by the magic, taking a step back and breathing in deep, instantly regretting it. The smell of burning flesh wasn't a pleasant smell in general but it definitely didn't smell like roses when it was a darkspawn. Side stepping the creature, she focused her attention back on the two people in front of her and brought her blade back in front of her, ready to use it if she needed. She wanted to say something but had no idea what so instead resigned to watching in silence.