"For the sake of the lesson? We'll stick to what the Chantry'll call a heathen, and that'd be anyone that have a firm grasp of Andraste's bosom." That was quite frankly terrible, but not technically inaccurate given the sort of curses and the whole Andraste, Bride of the Maker and going to the Maker's bosom but well, the statues were all of Andraste and the artists had a habit of endowing her far better than she probably had been. If the girl was going to be put off, it'd be now or never. "So that usually means anyone from Tevinter, anyone or the horned persuasion, sometimes the dwarves if they're being uncharitable but usually not because of the lyrium, almost certainly every Dalish. And the Avvar. Which is funny since Andraste was Avvar. Well, she was from the people we descended from, same gods, same dirty unwashed barbarians, no one paints her like that."

Watching her carefully, he waited to see how she'd react to that - and if any of the rifters had perhaps been accorded thus since no one had ever accused the Chantry of being good at possessing open minds - since the Inquisition still had plenty to do with Faith. Most civilised natives tended not to like remembering the real origins of tales.