Between Inessa and Elros -literally- Garahel is one happy mabari. He quickly gobbles whatever is faster to drop and goes back for the rest, contently chomping away. "There was, in the form of the Exalted March I mentioned. The Chantry's forces saw to the end of the Dales as a sovereign nation; since then, it has been under the governance of the empire of Orlais. It was not the first homeland of the elven people; that was Arlathan, long since destroyed. But, back to alienages--"

She glances around the foreign city, her gaze lingering on the statues of dragonslayers. "The walls keep out more than they keep in. While there are rarely laws preventing integration, an elf or elven family who moves into a human area can be subjected to harassment and violence. The saying 'safety in numbers' applies in some sense to alienages, where they can preserve their culture and are less of a target." She says all this in a calm, matter-of-fact manner. This is the way it's been for several ages, and she is no immortal elf; for her, this has been the status quo all her life.