"That's true. In the clan, we learn not to waste anything, so you can see my concern." Ellana hasn't suddenly become wasteful since joining the Inquisition either. Supplying such a group is a huge endeavor, and she isn't going to contribute to the cost by throwing out boots or not finishing her food.

Taking the rod, she sets it against the block and moves it back and forth until it looks straight. Then she taps the top with the hammer and makes a thoughtful sound before lifting up the rod to take a look.

"All right, a bit harder." She hits the rod with a bit more force and checks her work. "I'm sure I'll smack my hand soon."