[Perhaps your first sighting of Sunburst during this event will be right at the start, though you might not strictly realise it's him right away. Sitting on the floor in the palace gardens is a distinctly human member of the Inquisition. Still bespectacled, hair and beard frazzled, but completely human. He stares at his fingers in wide-eyed terror, waggling them like they're alien objects to him. His terror turns into full on hyperventilation as he runs one of those hands over his forehead and finds an important body part missing. ]

Oh noooo. This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening.

[Or maybe you'll find him in the ballroom later on. He's still definitely unhappy, but at least he's found a chair at a table. He's trying to keep his head down, and avoid eye-contact with anyone at all. Sometimes, he stares intently at some foodstuff on the table, perhaps a little cake or a piece of fruit. Until he remembers he doesn't have telekinesis proper any more and exhales, annoyed. He reaches out with his arm to push it closer to him, before leaning down to eat it right off the table, you know, like a horse. ]

[And, of course, if there's a library, Sunburst will always find it. Always. Being around books at least makes this entire experience a little more bearable for him. He can be lying chest-down on the floor, a book on the ground in front of him. Turning the pages takes a little more effort, trying to nudge them along with a hand mostly held in a partial fist, but the contents make it worth it. ]

Wow! Is magic really seen as so bad here? [A pause. Oh right. He's supposed to be blending in. ] Uhhhh in Orlais? It's very different in... the place I'm from. Which is absolutely in this... Thedas.

[[OOC: plotting comment let me know if you want a wildcard!]]