Amidst the struggling greenery of the cloistered garden there sat another elf, whose diminutive figure and wide eyes marked her as young, sickly, or perhaps both. Like the other Dalish, there was a wildness about her that wouldn't quite mirror the grace of the elves Sam knew, but if nothing else, she was a person and she was here.
Cloaked in scarves and a jacket, Sina sat unceremoniously on the chilly ground with a list propped on a writing board, which she went down as she took methodical inventory of the garden.