[ For a moment, Beleth contemplates rewriting that notice she'd made all that time ago about the Dalish. Even if it had gotten plenty of ire, she stopped hearing 'I can't believe so many of you stepped out of your clans!!!' for at least a month. She grits her teeth. ]
My Keeper is a wise woman, who realized that the Breach and Corypheus were matters that effected all of Thedas, even us. No Dalish wants to see a Tevinter Magister of old rise again, I assure you. Many Dalish of different clans and different outlooks are here, even some from clans that are far less...amicable to humans.
[ Sometimes, she can empathize. ]
I choose to believe in my faith. In what I know, and what I feel. Even if all we have are scraps of tales, I won't let go of them. Then they would all be gone. I don't believe in Andruil and the rest of the Creators because I can show you concrete evidence--That wouldn't be faith. That would be like saying that I have faith in nugs.
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My Keeper is a wise woman, who realized that the Breach and Corypheus were matters that effected all of Thedas, even us. No Dalish wants to see a Tevinter Magister of old rise again, I assure you. Many Dalish of different clans and different outlooks are here, even some from clans that are far less...amicable to humans.
[ Sometimes, she can empathize. ]
I choose to believe in my faith. In what I know, and what I feel. Even if all we have are scraps of tales, I won't let go of them. Then they would all be gone. I don't believe in Andruil and the rest of the Creators because I can show you concrete evidence--That wouldn't be faith. That would be like saying that I have faith in nugs.