She gives Korrin a wry smile - she understands. She's a mage after all, and after saying she's from Kirkwall and Fereldan most people would give her a side-ways look of terror. She offered her hand out. "Bethany Hawke. Grey Warden, mage, and part of ... no council, actually."

She leaned on her own staff, nodding her head with approval, "It's a fine weapon - and you wield it well." The Fallow Mire - why did that sound familiar? "That's in the farthest South of Fereldan, is it not? Fishing communities and the like. I didn't know they had wisps there." One eyebrow arched, "Why shouldn't she? Just because a mage isn't brought up in a circle doesn't mean she hasn't got the skills or the talent to handle a certain scope of magic. It's not where you were trained, it was how you were trained."