[ Argent, currently a few shelves down looking for a book on medicinal plants she knows was in the Weisshaupt Library but is proving to be harder to find here, hears the tail end of this tale of Genitivi related woe; while the tall man can't see her face one corner of her mouth does do something ambiguous that might be amused commiseration. When he addresses her she turns, shoulders stiffening to approximately the consistency of human-proof cement, though if he can follow her eyeline she hasn't even glanced at the staff, she's just reacting to being spoken to by a human man significantly bigger than she (because everyone is, except her twin, but shh we don't know about that yet).

Thus is Emmrich met by an elf approximately the height of his sternum topped by an artfully choppy silver hot bitch mullet, who actually has seen the staff now and is in fact beginning the decementing process; later she'll mull on how given the vast mess that is currently the institution of the Grey Wardens, it's probably considered progressive or liberal or something to talk to her in the first place, but other mages have been easier to trust since her magic manifested. Plus she actually is in mental possession of one of the items he's ticking off and so. ]

Yeah, some. I lived here when you couldn't swing your arms without hitting a blood mage so ready to stab you....or a demon...or Qunari. Not that they can affect the veil, it was just a stabtastic couple of years.

[ She shrugs; if an oral interview with a former alienage elf will serve, she can oblige. Maybe after he'll help her find the makerdamned plant book! Depending on like, his tolerance for how she talks. ]