"Denerim. My family ran for the boarder when the blight come up ten years back, settled near Orlais. Found some good work here and ran off cuz it's better than living in them alienages- ooh, bitey."

Delightfully pleased she shifts about, settling herself neatly and primly on Pamelia's lap. "Orlesian elves are all dad eyes and delicate bones but I'm fereldan. We're made to last, we are."