The question comes from a petite, startled-looking elven girl who has paused beside Inessa's table. She looks a bit wind-burnt and tousled, like she's just come indoors from doing a fair amount of activity outside, and carries a tray of stew and tea. But rather than trot over to the seat she's claimed in one of the mess hall's sunnier patches, she stops now to gawk openly at Garahel, her eyes very wide and admiring.
"Is he?" she presses, and gives Inessa a smile that lights up her face, too. "He looks just like them, and I haven't seen one since I was in Ferelden, I didn't think you could find them in the Free Marches."
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The question comes from a petite, startled-looking elven girl who has paused beside Inessa's table. She looks a bit wind-burnt and tousled, like she's just come indoors from doing a fair amount of activity outside, and carries a tray of stew and tea. But rather than trot over to the seat she's claimed in one of the mess hall's sunnier patches, she stops now to gawk openly at Garahel, her eyes very wide and admiring.
"Is he?" she presses, and gives Inessa a smile that lights up her face, too. "He looks just like them, and I haven't seen one since I was in Ferelden, I didn't think you could find them in the Free Marches."