Oh dear god, there was a random Dalish here. Alleyana stared for a moment from across the street -- pointy ears were one thing, but there was no mistaking vallaslin -- and then she strode over. The one-armed woman was armored, a huge spiky shield at her back and a mace at her hip. Her missing left arm, gone from just below the elbow down, had been replaced with a blackened dragonbone bar with two holes drilled in it.

She wasn't the most welcoming sight. And her expression was... well. Expression or otherwise, her face always looked like it had lost a few fights of its own, between the beak of a broken nose and the scarring.

"You're holding it upside down."