It was a strange thing to see an elf so tall, with neither the markings of the Dalish nor the affect of a city elf. Cassandra studied her openly as she entered the room, narrowing her eyes at the lengthy pause before Galadriel moved to sit.

But she did sit, eventually, and Cassandra lost no time in getting to the point. As strange and potentially interesting as this elf was, she had an investigation to complete. "The rift," she explained without preamble. "You were involved in closing it." She moved forward, resting her hands on the table and meeting the elf's eyes. "I want to hear everything that happened. Everything you saw or can remember." Again. The same story for the fifth time, and yet she had to be thorough.