Imenry examined the "knife" that Elsa produced silently. It didn't look like it had been used, at least not in battle. She was curious as to why the mage even had the item, if she didn't know how to fight with it. The only thing that came to Imenry's mind was blood rituals. Was this Elsa a blood mage? It was quite possible.
"It's what mages usually do everywhere, unless they have combat training and the strength to wear armor," she raised a brow, looking at the woman. She really was clueless about things she should not be. "Because your spells have range and because usually all mages wear are robes, it is just the wisest course of action." This Elsa did not look like she could hold up under the weight of even chain mail, but Imenry wasn't going to bother mentioning that. Of course the mage would know her own limits.
The answer from Elsa was surprising though, the admittance that she did not even know where she was from, who her family was. It had Imenry furrowing her brow and she turned slightly. "If you don't know any of that, why do you think that you know Brennan?" It was clear enough that Elsa was foreign. She wasn't Fereldan, but Imenry hadn't recognized the language she spoke the other day either. That meant she wasn't Orlesian, despite her haughty mannerisms. There were too many other countries she could be from to even hazard a blind guess.
"You remember your name... but nothing else?" It seemed baffling to Imenry, and it must be frightening not to know ones own self.