"Like torture? Then obviously we'll have to disagree. He looked scared Galadriel was in his mind. Nothing more." She looks like she's about to address the papers on the floor, but changes her mind and says, rather sharply. "If it was torture, he would have screamed, or cried. Been in pain. He wasn't. And you don't agreed with excessive force in magic? Maybe I should remind you that Merrill is a blood mage, but we're all well aware of what a good, level-headed person she is. If you don't trust Galadriel, fine. But don't insult me by thinking I'm not level-headed enough to trust her techniques. He wasn't in pain from that. If anything, he was in pain from our magic and the hits he took."
It's no secret that the elves of Skyhold -- especially the Dalish ones -- look on Galadriel as some shining being who is somehow both one of them and far, far above them. Despite how much she values her friendship with Sam, Ellana is drawn to Galadriel in the way a lost child is drawn towards a calming, mother figure. And she hasn't forgotten Galadriel's imprisonment, or how the elves were snubbed when they asked why. Maybe that's why she's on edge now at being chastised like this. This was a human threatening elves, and the elves handled it. Why should anyone else interfere?
She looks away and brushes her fingers over the papers. "And I'd like that to be the last we speak of it here. We need to stay focused." Nothing will probably be settled on this front, and that's not why they're here anyway. So Ellana has to be a leader and take charge.
"I can't tell what these ones say, but... look, there's more. And more crumbled bits." She rises and takes a few steps before stopping to shine her light on a few broken pieces of wood. From the joint on one of them, it appears it was a box.
"I wonder-- oh, here's something!" She moves beyond the box and towards a corridor leading from the room. Right at the start of it is a scroll in remarkably good condition considering the rest of the paper on the floor. Carefully, she unrolls a same bit and brings her light closer before gasping and sitting back on her heels, looking up at Sam with excitement. "It's written in elvhen! I can barely read any of it, but there are a few words -- arla, that's 'home,' and enaste, that's 'favor.' I'll have to see if Merrill knows more of it. If not, Morrigan might." She gently rolls the scroll back up and rises with it, before pausing and leaning forward a little, eyes narrowed. Then in a hushed voice, asks, "Do you see that?"
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It's no secret that the elves of Skyhold -- especially the Dalish ones -- look on Galadriel as some shining being who is somehow both one of them and far, far above them. Despite how much she values her friendship with Sam, Ellana is drawn to Galadriel in the way a lost child is drawn towards a calming, mother figure. And she hasn't forgotten Galadriel's imprisonment, or how the elves were snubbed when they asked why. Maybe that's why she's on edge now at being chastised like this. This was a human threatening elves, and the elves handled it. Why should anyone else interfere?
She looks away and brushes her fingers over the papers. "And I'd like that to be the last we speak of it here. We need to stay focused." Nothing will probably be settled on this front, and that's not why they're here anyway. So Ellana has to be a leader and take charge.
"I can't tell what these ones say, but... look, there's more. And more crumbled bits." She rises and takes a few steps before stopping to shine her light on a few broken pieces of wood. From the joint on one of them, it appears it was a box.
"I wonder-- oh, here's something!" She moves beyond the box and towards a corridor leading from the room. Right at the start of it is a scroll in remarkably good condition considering the rest of the paper on the floor. Carefully, she unrolls a same bit and brings her light closer before gasping and sitting back on her heels, looking up at Sam with excitement. "It's written in elvhen! I can barely read any of it, but there are a few words -- arla, that's 'home,' and enaste, that's 'favor.' I'll have to see if Merrill knows more of it. If not, Morrigan might." She gently rolls the scroll back up and rises with it, before pausing and leaning forward a little, eyes narrowed. Then in a hushed voice, asks, "Do you see that?"