"That?" Christine asks, leading Sansa away as fast as she can. "It was a spell." Magic is so well known in Thedas that it really outs this young woman as a rifter.

"I had hoped to distract her. I do believe she's slowed down to take a look. If we continue this way, perhaps she will not catch up." She spares Sansa a brief glance. "I am Christine. I shall do my best to protect you. Are you newly arrived from a rift?"