New figures near the Rookery do not go unnoticed. Her scouts keep track of those lurking nearby, and the library was extremely nearby. A young woman, they said, sometimes seen with a stick. Some manner of mage, perhaps, and although one of her scouts had skidded on ice after seeing her working with her exceptionally tiny staff, the act had apparently not appeared to be a malicious one.

Leliana finds herself curious, one day, when she spots the young woman in the Library, and not for the first time that week. She, herself, has a gift be blending and being unseen, but then that is what she was raised to be. Minstrel turned monster, you could say.

Approaching the potential-mage potential-rifter, Leliana takes note of the book she is reading, eyebrow quirked as she stands, posture overly correct and hands behind her back. "That one is a less than reliable account of elven history," Leliana offers, quietly. "Better you speak to the Dalish and to our Arcane Advisor, if you should wish to gain some understanding."

Understanding of the Dalish and the plight of elves is skewed enough, as is. Better to go to those who have lived it, and those who have dedicated so much of their life trying to piece together whatever understanding they can gather.