"Oh, I was taken to them. I lived in the Denerim alienage until my magic manifested. I was...four? I think." It was so long ago that even Inessa's normally sharp memory is somewhat fuzzy there. "As for fetters...I didn't see it that way. Many humans came despairing of what they lost, but for me, it was a gain. Regular meals, clothes that fit, an education...none of those would have been available to me otherwise. It didn't matter then that I couldn't leave."

Why would she, when it was a haven? That it was brutally subverted later doesn't taint the initial memories of wonderment. "It took a long time for me to see what was beneath the surface, but I still feel fortunate for what was available to me. That it was -still is- in dire need of an overhaul doesn't change that."