The Qunari spoke! And he was speaking to her! Ashya couldn’t help smiling, delighted that this huge man was actually deigning to notice her existence. Although his introduction confused her for a moment – was he talking about himself in that manner? His name was certainly foreign enough.
“It is a pleasure to meet you,” she said, craning her neck to be able to look at him properly. He was huge even more impressive at such close quarters than she’d expected. “Yes, I’m a mage,” she said, pride evident in her voice. Despite the constant teachings of what a danger mages represented, she considered magic nothing less than the ultimate gift one could be blessed with. She never even considered the fact that the man could be one too – she had a hard time believing anyone could escape the Chantry’s grasp, despite having heard of apostates before. “Are you a Grey Warden?”