"Steel armor doesn't exactly make for quick motion much of the time, no," Signy agreed, thinking of how quickly Orzammar's warriors seemed to move, most of the time—which was at a crawling pace, until they got their blood up in a Proving. And then, well. An angry dwarf was a very, very speedy thing. "And it's incredibly heavy—I couldn't even lift a breastplate when I was younger, even when I started my apprenticeship," she admitted. But what he said last had awed her thoughts away from much more detail on blacksmithing or dwarven arms and armor.
"You make entire houses out of trees? Do you have to patch material from more than one...? Or do you just carve it wholecloth? Er. Wholetree?" The picture had popped into her mind, just then, of a whole group of elves climbing a tree and slowly, steadily, carving a tower out of it. (It was also true that Signy hadn't the first idea how the Dalish actually lived; Imenry had told her some of it, but she'd not remembered every, or even a large chunk of the details.)