There's absolutely no judgment from the young Warden, who darts her an understanding smile. Garahel eventually calms down, flopping on his back and turning his head to watch each as they speak. At that almost sympathetic expression, she nods but is quick to reassure. "Indeed, for most of my life. It was a fortunate turn of events, in my case. The opportunities given there would never have been possible outside it."

Compared to the constant deprivation of the alienage, a life with square meals, a sturdy roof and an education to rival any noble's is a great gain indeed.

"When the Circles fell, I sought to remain useful. Hence, this." She touches her griffon pendant, grateful for chance to do something other than fight Templars who could cancel her greatest strength.