[ Ellana has come to love Rivain, despite what they came here to do. The Templars exist outside of what Rivain is, and that is a place with a warm, welcoming atmosphere. Not one person here has talked down to her, called her knife-ear, or treated her like she's lower than dirt. The elves are treated the same as the humans, and this is an experience she'll never forget. And when she asked of the Dalish that Fate told her about, she was told that they live not far outside Dairsmuid and happily trade in the city or in the woods.

Sadly, she learns they don't have a permanent community yet, and move wherever the need for food takes them, but it's lucky that they're so close by at the moment. Ellana needs to see them. And so a few days before their ship back is set to debark, Ellana lets the others know where she'll be and if they'd like to come.

The walk is less than an hour, and the path is clearly marked the whole way, until beautifully crafted hanging lanterns greet them, and there's a rustling through the trees. Two sentries drop down, carrying bows in hand, though no arrows are nocked. ]

Andaran atish'an. You certainly don't look like you're from around these parts. But I can see one of you is a sister.

[ He nods towards Ellana's face and her vallaslin of Mythal, while he has chosen June. She bows her head a little in return. ]

My name's Ellana, of Clan Ashara in the Free Marches. We're sorry to come unannounced, but we had business in Dairsmuid, and I've heard about you all the way back home. About how you want to want to make a permanent settlement. It's something I've always wanted myself, so I wanted to come see you.

Oh? [ He sounds amused. ] I'm sure our Keeper would love to tell you all about it. And your friends? Did they come here to hear it too? I notice you don't carry things to trade, so it can't be for that reason.