Beleth has spent most of the trip very compliant and quiet. She skirts around the battle that the other group engages the Venatori in, and enters the cave to collect whatever miscellaneous artifact the strange shemlen mage gathered up for the Inquisition. She eyes the red glow warily, because anything from Emprise Du Lion makes her a bit jumpy lately, particularly that red lyrium. She nocks an arrow, holding her bow down, but ready to fire.
When they finally get close enough to see what it is they've come this far to retrieve, Beleth squawks loudly, more like a startled bird than an elf. She's never seen one in person, but she's heard about them. She's heard various suggestions on what they do exactly (one tale says that they show you the future and then steal your life away, another suggests that the ancients used them to speak--maybe like the sending crystals?), but one thing she knows for sure. That is Elvhen.
"An Eluvian?" Beleth shouts at Morrigan, even as she carelessly launches an arrow at the spellbinder, one that explodes on impact. She doesn't even flinch at the explosion, turning to look at Morrigan. "You have an Eluvian?"
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When they finally get close enough to see what it is they've come this far to retrieve, Beleth squawks loudly, more like a startled bird than an elf. She's never seen one in person, but she's heard about them. She's heard various suggestions on what they do exactly (one tale says that they show you the future and then steal your life away, another suggests that the ancients used them to speak--maybe like the sending crystals?), but one thing she knows for sure. That is Elvhen.
"An Eluvian?" Beleth shouts at Morrigan, even as she carelessly launches an arrow at the spellbinder, one that explodes on impact. She doesn't even flinch at the explosion, turning to look at Morrigan. "You have an Eluvian?"