"Elves and Qunari and dwarves have always existed though, haven't they? If that's the case, then the Maker knows that the Chant will never be sung everywhere and by everyone. There will always be those who stick to their old ways, to what their culture believes to be right, and if he had a hand in making them just as he'd had a hand in making humans, he must have always known that." Shrugging a bit, she admits, "But then, I don't know the common origin stories of Thedas, since so many only bother focusing on Andraste and what came after. In my world, it's largely believed by many who put stock in a Creator that they'd been made with free will, and that accounts for why, of the three largest religions in the world, they all have a common God but vastly different ways of worshiping him."

Again, there's no judgement and no sign of defensiveness; if Hermione were to see proof of a fair and just deity and could be convinced of a logical reason for why worship would be required, she wouldn't be against considering herself a devotee. Religion simply has the misfortune of being a man-made construct, and mankind is inherently flawed.

She listens to what Morrigan has to say, still frowning a little in thought. Finally, she remarks, "They are not sharks; they are men and women who have great ambitions. And that's perfectly acceptable. But any sort of elevation in standing is cheapened by kicking the person beside you down, whether that person is a human or an elf of anyone else. Cheating and oppression don't lead to success; they lead to fear, resentment, and a complete and utter halt of progress, and no one can truly succeed in that atmosphere."