A little practice and she'll teach all the Dalish girls. But it's easier when you really did start as an infant.

"Zimevur tried that. Their land is rich in stone and great military minds, they are good at the art of war. Or were. They swept through two countries – one where so much of our fertile lands are, another of great sprawling forests – and into a third rich in ores and gems. When they came to us, well every native is a sailor. There was never a war after that." There are things like slavery, she's seen enough as a guard but that's saying too much, something she could tell Zevan or Korrin, a few others too but Ellana doesn't need to know about the less savoury parts of Araceli's life that aren't funny or daring.

Shaking her head, she sighs quietly at the very concept of knights, how strange and elaborate the whole concept seems even compared to the Grand Game. "That was the true thought? That just being near to humans would make you live long again? Like a quarantine in a plague?" There's no judgement, just curiousity, how bizarre a notion that is but she's had a lifetime to know that eighty is a good age to live to, that they always go back to the sea in the end.

"Good health to you and the year ahead," Araceli toasts, raising her glass.