In the fifth blight, the Dalish stood with the Hero of Ferelden against the Darkspawn. Just as we did then, we knew that we couldn't stand by when the world was at risk. Besides, keeping out of these messes has only gotten us in trouble, in the past.

[ She makes a face. Beleth is definitely one of the Dalish who have been keeping up a healthy grudge about the whole exalted march thing. ]

But I'm glad to see that we've been as welcomed as we've been, and that others feel the same way. I've seen so many different kinds of people working together. I mean, before the Inquisition, I'd only seen a handful of dwarves, and one or two qunari. It's...surprising.

But--Yes. The Chargers. They seem to know what they're doing--He really did that?

[ She blinks, looking surprised. Four bears. That's enough to strap them to an aravel and start heading north. ]

...Well, I mean, have you seen how big he is? He's as big as four be--

[ Oh, wait. She's talking to a qunari. Who presumably knows how big other qunari are. She clears her throat. ]

I imagine so. I haven't met any of them, but I heard they're dealing with the weird bandits in the southwest.