"Well, the humans look about the same. I... haven't met any dwarves here, and don't know many at home. They're also small, about child-sized, but everything else about them looks like a full-grown human adult. If we have qunari at home, I've never seen them; I'd thought Bull was a Minotaur when I'd first met him, and they're creatures of legend." She hesitated for a moment before asking, "What about goblins? Or giants? Do you have any of those?" Not that she had anything against goblins or giants, but every time she heard of a new race of beings in Thedas, something awful was happening to them. Except the non-magical humans. Imagine that.

Somehow, Hermione didn't think it was the best of ideas to talk about how the magical community has largely used elves as slaves in her world. Even if she hadn't yet read up on Tevinter and its practices, she certainly didn't want Ellana thinking the worst of her, or of any other witch or wizard that might find their way here.

Though she didn't find the matter particularly amusing, Hermione grinned a bit and dryly remarked, "I could always take to wearing a glove over my shard hand and keep my wand out of sight. Then I could pass for 'normal'." Incredible, that there could be so many different kinds of people in this world, and base human was still considered the norm. "If you're going to treat me any particular way, I'd much rather it be because you simply didn't like me than because I'm whatever this world's equivalent of a Mudblood is. If nothing else, I'd been getting enough of that sort of treatment at home until recently, so at least I've developed a thick skin."