"Yes. We've been together since my first trip down to Orzammar," Leliana explains, bending down to collect the parcel and inspecting it for damage before it disappears into a satchel hooked to her belt. "I have heard not everyone shares my taste in names."

A slight smile is hidden at the corners of her mouth, suggesting just a hint of self-mockery, or maybe a more generous serving of good humour. Perhaps both? It's hard to tell, at times.

"I do not believe we've met. Clarke, isn't it?" Not met, and yet, creepily knowing her name. Sorry about that, tiny mage. "Do you always work with ashes?"

The question is genuine, as she nods to the book, closed as it is. All artists have their preferred medium, and for some, ash would be superior to any other instrument.