Now, curiosity bloomed wild in his chest at this tidbit of information. How much easier would it be to calm ignorance, if we could all sit together and talk of our worlds with no pre-conceived notions. He hummed thoughtfully at the differences, and the similarities.

"Our women waiting for soldiers tend to wear Andraste's colors, to ask for Her blessing in sending them home safe." He 'clicked' his tongue, averting the large stone on the path, and glanced over at her.

"So where do you fall in this pantheon of women. Clearly you are not waiting around for anyone - you might be a Deva ... but seems unlikely that you are Asura. As my handsome face is still intact."