"Yes. Elves built a great many things. I've heard there are ruins all over southern Orlais, and in Ferelden, in the Brecilian Forest. I hope one day I can go see them." She smiles at Eirlys touching the wall, feeling similar to her. If only touching the stone could unlock something, like voices from the past, whispering their secrets to the elves seated here.

"But this place must have magic woven into it to have survived the years. It's a little run down, but hardly a ruin at all."