For the most part, Eirlys has stuck to herself thus far. Joining up with the Inquisition had seemed like a good idea at the time - the only feasible idea really, unless she wanted to be stranded alone in a part of Ferelden she didn't know at all - but being surrounded by humans who were supposedly on an equal footing with her was a little daunting, to say the least. She wanted to test the water and see if she really were welcome here among the other recruits, but she found herself putting off diving into the fray, wanting to avoid the derogative comments she assumed would be inevitable for as long as possible.

She spends much of her time in the courtyard, administering potions and changing poultices on the wounded.

She can also be found in the garden, planting the seeds of some of the plants she'd brought with her, hoping to cultivate a more lasting stock.

In the evening she'll be on the topmost floor of the tavern, sitting cross legged and peering down to the ground floor, watching the people come and go, laughing and singing and drinking and patting each other on the back and trying to absorb a little of the buoyant camaraderie from her lonely perch.