[ The male paws at the Outsider's leg as soon as they stop moving, whining; he's scooped up and almost immediately tries to burrow into the god's shirt. He's really getting too large for it, but the Outsider allows it anyway. The female simply settles down next to one of the cupboards, keeping an eye on this whole thing. ]

You seem unlike the other shardbearing elves I have met. [ It's an observation, nothing more. ] My world has a similar attitude toward magic. It is hunted, yet my followers endure.

[ There is a teapot in one of the cupboards, slightly dusty but not terribly so. It was used a short time before the Outsider took possession of the boat, most likely. ]

I have yet to meet a dwarf, or a Qunari. Perhaps I shall, someday.