A Dalish husband? Jone didn't know elves intermarried like that, but now that she thinks on it, it isn't as though she ever asked. She's known elves, Dalish and otherwise, through the mercenary business. Never been close to them, but they were always good folk, professionals where it matters.

Of course, if it's elves, if it's Wardens, if it's Ferelden before the Blight, there's no happy ending.

"Amaranthine's as good a place as any, if it ain't Ostagar." Jone wonders how the elf woman will feel about a her mule named Loghain. It's a joke, but she doesn't imagine Wardens will find it much a funny one. Or maybe they won't care. Haven't they bigger things to worry for?

"How old were you, when it hit? Fourteen I was, and a lucky cunt besides; ran from Denerim the week before it were sacked."