Thea's opinion of Henrik was sour from the start, simply from the way he carried himself and the way he spoke. The leery, lecherous gaze in his eyes when he looked at her did nothing to improve her impression of him. Neither did his language or tone when he spoke. It was only exacerbated by the way he mocked Kaitlyn and Owen, the way he acted as if he was the most important person in the room. Thea would have given him a piece of her mind if she thought he cared for it. There was no point wasting her breath, not when it was apparent he cared little for a mage's words and had less patience to tolerate them.

When Kaitlyn finally snapped and punched the man, however, Thea was surprised and just about to cheer when Henrik started retaliating, and returning far more than he got. "Stop! You're hurting her!" Thea protested, reaching for her staff instinctively to try and stop the man. She promptly felt her mana being drained away and could not call on her magic.

[b]Ï'll cut your tongue out if you dare try anything, you bitch."[/b] Henrik's threat and malice was thick in his voice.

The man's ego would be his downfall. The Dalish knew what powerlessness was, and they had adapted. They would never assume their strengths were unparalleled and they would never let their weaknesses fester. Thea was raised among them and just because she was mage, did not mean she was powerless without her magic. She swung her staff around and put it between Henrik's arm and Kaitlyn when he pulled it back to land another blow.

There was a loud cry of pain when Henrik sent his next punch flying. Thea had caught his arm at the elbow, her staff acting as a lever while the man's arm was twisted around it, breaking his balance and forcing his limb into an awkward and painful angle when she pushed down on her end. It forced the man to break his grip on Kaitlyn and fall to the ground if he wished to avoid dislocating his shoulder entirely. It was a move that was meant to cause more injury the more an opponent struggled against it. Henrik didn't, unfortunately, and Thea had not the strength to break his arm with her frame.

Still, the ironbark the Dalish used in their weapons was more than capable of hurting even a man in armor, and Thea landed a second strike on the templar's unprotected head, knocking him to the floor, unconscious. The altercation was over, although it had already drawn the crowd.

"What is the meaning of this?!" demanded a gruff voice, full of authority. Thea swung around to see two figures walking towards her and Kaitlyn, one in robes and one in armor.

The mage went to help Kaitlyn up, aware of the woman's injured arm, and well aware that she had no friends besides the woman in this place. "A very unpleasant welcome to the Circle, that's what." She replied loudly and defiantly, standing tall even with Kaitlyn's armored arm around her shoulders. "Is it customary for mages being brought in to be witness to the violence their supposed protectors are capable of? Better yet, how do expect an apostate like me to believe the Circle is for my protection when your Templars would hit one of their own without restraint?"

The fire in her voice would die down, and Thea was well aware she was not doing herself any favours. Showing her temper and her defiance the first moment she entered was not a good way to start her life here, but Kaitlyn had done right by her and she felt responsible for the woman's current situation, indebted to her even. "Are you alright?" She whispered quietly to the templar beside her.