That sense that Morrigan gets is something that Ellana wishes to have too. It's true that in certain ruins, old magic is something that reaches out to the elves only, like tendrils of smoke that curl closer before entering the nostrils. With time, hopefully she will more easily sense that something is specifically elven in nature.

"That's terrible," she says, face pensive. "And yet I can't help but wonder if they were trying to do the same thing I do: investigate to bring back the truth, instead of just accept the stories handed down." Ellana knows it's dangerous. But she also knows that her life felt directionless before now. Being with the Inquisition has helped her move forward, but exploring ruins has helped her thrive.

"At least we have a hint towards the future that awaits us if we don't look to the North. Now that we're here, we must be heading that future off, but what are we replacing it with? That's the question."