"History is written by those in power," Christine says simply. "And since that is the Chantry, you can imagine all the truth that has been lost through the years." It feels good to speak this way, knowing the person she's talking to won't run off and turn her in for being a heretic. The Chantry turns a blind eye to Dalish elves and the dwarves when it comes to worshiping the Maker, knowing that their Exalted Marches have hardly accomplished the spread of the Chant to all corners of the world, but an Orlesian human not licking the Chantry's boots? Maker forbid!

"Perhaps. I do believe mages need training, and it is unrealistic to expect every village and town to have a school, but if there was less fear, there could be more freedoms." But like Araceli, she doesn't know if such a thing will ever come to pass.

"I see you have a wanderer's spirit," she replies good-naturedly. "You and I differ there. I have always wished for safety and security -- of my own choosing. Not barred doors and being watched, but simply the feeling that I am protected. Becoming a Knight-Enchanter has helped with protecting myself."