One of those interesting people is standing shadily on a street corner and looking at nearby elves. One of his hands is in his pocket. He's unusually dark for someone in Ferelden. Unusually human, too, though he's hunched over so that it's not immediately obvious. And he's muttering to himself, which is a sure way to make people not want to look at someone.
The things he's muttering to himself aren't the ravings of a madman, though. "Not her, I'm sure she'd just rupture... couldn't get him... promising. Excuse me, young man?" he quavers in the voice of an old beggar. "Spare a silver?"
"Beautiful. It's beautiful." He traces a finger down Tev's gleaming torso. "To think of the power held in this frame... what was so frail and sickly, now stronger than any warrior of legend."
He breathes in and smiles. "We'll have to test you, of course. It should probably wait until you're less... emotional, though. Don't worry, you'll be cured of that soon enough."
It may be noted, at this point, that one of the straps holding Tev to the table was less protected than its fellows during the procedure. It held up admirably, but it won't hold forever. In fact, it looks like it's not going to hold for more than about- well. There it goes.
Then he has to take a moment to come to terms with the fact that he just did that.
Then he has to take another moment to tear the straps off his legs.
The swords cut him, but not nearly as deep as they should; he barely bleeds. Certainly nothing about this prevents him from punching them both very hard.
He looks around the room.
There are teddy bears strewn around, for some reason; they occasionally spark with arcane energies. There are cages containing drifts of ash which were previously elves. There are some Tevinter corpses. There's an elaborate arcane device most recently used to do weird things to Tev, and a ruined strapped table used similarly. There's a crate that still contains a few lyrium crystals. There's a wooden chest in the corner.
The shield is... strange. It's made of a metal that looks like nothing Tev is likely to have seen, and it's painted a sickly green, embossed with a serpentine dragon. It shimmers oddly in the low light, sparking in time with the inexplicable arcane teddy bears.
He somewhat dubiously picks up the shield.
"Fuck!" yelps Tev. "What?!" He clutches the shield and backs away from the arcane bears.
It is very hard to interpret a twitching shield! But fuck it, he's running out of ideas here and he does not want to try punching these things. He hurls the shield at the nearest bear, just like throwing pie dishes in an alley.
The bear is decapitated by a silver-blue blur that bounces off two walls and the floor and comes whizzing back at him. He leaps into the air to catch it, and when he throws it at the next one he accounts for the bounce better, and it comes right back to his hand.
On the next throw, the shield takes the head off one bear and a leg off another. Then they're too close for throwing to work so well. He seats the shield on his arm and bashes one of the four remaining bears in the face with it, very very hard.
He hits another bear, this time with the edge. It cuts remarkably well for something that isn't actually sharp. And he has noticed it never cuts him when he touches the edge. Apparently it likes him back.
He shield-bashes the bear on his left and brings the shield around to slice at the other bear's face.
He looks around. Is it worth staying here any longer? Probably not. There might be more fucked-up magic bears.
Shirtless, barefoot, shield on his arm, he walks out.