"They opened when there was an explosion at a place called Haven. It formed a giant breach in the sky and many smaller rifts. The first person to come out of the rift was a native of this world, who was the only survivor of that explosion. She bore a shard in her hand too." Ellana shifted awkwardly against the stone wall. "She died closing the Breach."

It was shortly after her death and the move to a new base that Ellana arrived at Skyhold, and the Herald's body was recovered from the snow and laid to rest on a pyre. She knew others in the Inquisition felt a deeper connection to her than she, but she was still proud of the Herald.

"Yes, I am a Dalish elf. There are also city elves here. You'll find some like to make the distinction. We're all elves to me, however." It was unfortunate that bitterness had settled into the hearts of many on both sides when they were all elves. The Dalish pushed the past too hard, and while Ellana recognized the importance of their heritage, she wanted the People to move forward too. City elves were barely even free, and it pained her to see how it hardened them.