5. Close enough to the crossroads to run for the relative safety of the settlement and the inquisition soldiers guarding it if need be, far enough away to avoid catching the attention of anyone who might not want a dalish elf (and a mage, though her staff was simple, old and beaten enough to more resemble a walking stick) in their midst, Chaya had set up a stall.

It wasn't much of a stall, a cloth laid on the ground and covered in odds and ends. Some of them were little wood and bone sculptures and beads that she'd clearly made herself - she was carving a piece of wood even as she tended her little stall. Others, less so. There were a few books, covering somewhat esoteric topics and only slightly stained with blood. Unlabelled potions. Scraps of cloth that were presumably clothes at one point. Cheap jewellery.

...It was fairly obvious that at least some of her wares had come from the bodies of rebel mages and templars.