"He didn't take me, the Inquisition ordered us both to go. We were on a mission searching out some old jerk of a shem." She waves her hand dismissively, because it's not like Beleth still remembers and holds a grudge against that human. Or that Beleth has a perfect recollection of every single time anyone has done anything against her.

Anyway.

"I'll agree that marshlands ought to be shoved right through a rift. They're horrible for the Dalish, even. We can't get our aravels through them, the halla can barely walk. Terrible places, we always have to go around them. We could ford a body of water, but marshes are just a waste of land."

At Anders' nod, she turns to look where he's indicated, and then glances over the stall. A few sniffs, and she nods in turn, heading over. "At least I don't need to worry about ingredients. Humans haven't found anything they're willing to eat that the Dalish aren't."