an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

Sivene tilted her head as the other woman processed and responded. What is... Delish? Elf? She furrowed her brow, that certainly did not sound right. She'd never learned the differences between present day elves and her own people.

When Rylee says the 'Maker and Andraste', Sivene hummed. Who is that? What did they make? She knew nothing about the Chantry, though once the stories are told she'd be able to trace them back to things in her time.