The Templar was looking at her as if she had just told him the sky was blue. As if the knowledge that elves were being hurt was hardly news and her dark eyes narrowed. It was true enough that the elves suffered far more than many in Val Royeaux, but that didn't mean it should be ignored and she was momentarily disgusted by his very human reaction. Of course elves were being hurt. But what did that concern him? He wasn't an elf.
"Oh pardon me," she said. "I was unawares that Templars could not walk ad listen at the same time. We would have to go to the Alienage, and I can explain in more detail along the way. But clearly you aren't going to budge until I've given you the whole sordid tale," she continued. "So I suppose I'd best get on with it and hope it's of enough of a concern for you."
So much for the kind and caring Chantry, she thought with mild derision, missing Rivain quite terribly. "There is an illegally kept house in the Alienage in which lady elves are being imprisoned for the sexual purposes by some noble men and no one is doing a thing about it. The guards have already ignored me. Are you going to tell me that your Chantry does not help victims in this city, as well?"
Truth be told, she was vaguely terrified that he would turn her away. She would have to try to sneak in and free the women herself. She had some skills, but thievery had never been her best one. And if something went wrong... she might end up trapped alongside the other women in that house.