Oh, we heard ear transplants. Taking one and trading for the other. Very stupid.

I only mean that when one thinks of the Dalish, one thinks of the wood. And when one thinks of Rivain, one does not think of the wood. Of course they must have some there. And do. I have seen it. But the image prevails of the coast and the beaches, as if this were all that the country is. What the mind boils it to, it is fascinating.

And to say nothing that I suppose the Dalish might live upon a beach just as well as in a wood.