Garahel nudges her -gently- for more chicken, and he is promptly appeased as Inessa falls silent for a moment, taking more roasted cashews. "Those who refused became the Dalish, nomadic clans who worship the elven gods; the Creators. They were vallaslin, facial tattoos depicting their devotion to a particular god, and tend to believe themselves the true keepers of elven heritage...even though it is but one aspect." Inessa shrugs, not really having time for condescending opinions like that.

"It was the Divine's decree, and the Chantry has great power of most of Thedas. Where it doesn't hold sway, the Imperial Chantry in Tevinter does. The true motive might well have been condescending benevolence, or a desire to put us in our place. Most likely, both. Regardless of the motive, it is what you see in the present."