an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

Confusion fluttered over Rylee, easily overtaking her expression. The comment was so odd she couldn't even keep a straight face if she'd wanted to in the moment. You... scientist... what?

Then as if nothing odd had been spoken at all, Sivene was asking about work. Evidently, the warden blues she wore were not clear enough. I'm a Grey Warden. Rylee gestured to the griffon at the center of the leathers on her chest. What else did you think this heraldry was?