"Mage had them, if I had to guess. They get stuck on the business end of a sword. Then a corpse has them. Then templars - I think they're templars? The madmen with swords calling themselves templars, anyway - have them."

If she's intimidated, or at least more intimidated than she is fascinated by the enchanter's hat, then she's not showing it. Friendliness is friendliness, no matter how feigned, and if it's better than the normal reception that elves (and mages, and scruffy cowards with no shoes in general) get, she's more than happy to accept it. She continues after a moment of very unsubtle hat-staring.

"I come in at the end. They're burning mages' things, you know? Books, robes, staves. In case they're all - I don't know. Demon-y. That kind of thing. Seemed a waste to me. I figure if they don't want this stuff, someone else might."