Margot continued spinning her staff elegantly through the air, a thin sheen of sweat gathering on her forehead. But, there was a shift in the air around her and she stopped mid motion, her eyes darting around and scanning the area. Something had hit her. Like, a strong magical aura. She smirked, grasping her staff firmly and sprinting across the camp in its direction. 

Skidding to a halt, she came beside the ill Elven mage and a male human beside her gazing upon the sight of a golem surrounding by blossoming flora of various bright colors. She noted that the male had already begun to reach for his weapon and an angered expression crossed her face briefly before seemingly composing herself. 

"What, are you a templar here to oppress any mage you come across?" she spat, her vivid green eyes boring into him. Hard as she fought to hide it, her Orlesian accent escaped her, especially when she lost control of her temper. "Whatever it is, it is clearly not in control of it's magic.." she continued, shifting her gaze to the glowing mass of stone, immovable before them. "But tell me, you who are so eager to attack. Have you ever heard of a darkspawn using nature magics?" Margot turned to look at the man, her glare softening a bit as she spoke in a lower tone. "Let it pass. Question it after. If it becomes a threat, I understand But, right now.." her voice trailed off and she chewed at her lower lip "Wait." She stared at this man more than she had even noticed the group of people gathering in fear yet an inability to stop their curiosity as to what was going on with this strange creature.