"No," she said, frowning at him. "But there's a problem." Stalking towards him, a stern look upon her face before she drew up before him. Her hands fell to her hips and she drew in a long breath, narrowing her eyes at him. "In the Alienage. And the guards are doing nothing."
Prodding him in the chest with a fingertip she went on. "Just because they're elves doesn't mean they don't deserve protection. Disgusting nobles get away with that sort of abuse and everyone turns the other way?" She shook her head. "But the Chantry is supposed to help people, no matter what. Aren't they?" She looked up at him expectantly, brows lifted.
She was aware that she was being demanding and perhaps rude. It wasn't really this Templar's fault, after all. But she was angry, and upset. It bothered her how the elves here were treated. How the humans were blind or uncaring to how they lived and suffered. Had this Templar ever even stepped foot inside the Alienage before?
"So you're going to come with me, and take care of things," she said. "It's important."