"Well no... Elves aren't casteless. They're just... poor. They're treated as lesser beings. Not because they were criminals or anything like that. But long ago the Chantry declared a holy war upon the Dales, the homeland of the elves. After that the elves that decided to live in the human cities became poor, mostly servants or doing the worst jobs... They lost their culture, and don't hold onto a lot of their old beliefs. Not like the Dalish." What she knew of the elves had been picked up during her travels, on the road, mostly complaints from those who had suffered the situation, who had turned to mercenary life rather than that of a servant cleaning some Bann's castle.
She grinned though at his reaction to her tale about Tiberius. "I'll be sure to write it down for you as soon as I can. And I would love to read your tales as well." She saw that he was anxious at the mention of his own achievements and could understand that he was nervous. The idea of becoming a Grey Warden must be intimidating. She wasn't sure what sort of previous battle experience the young man had, but it probably wasn't much.
Rhocanth seemed fascinated by the owl and her gaze was drawn towards it again as he spoke, his voice low with awe. She watched it wing into the sky, a dark spot against the silvery glow of the moon. "That's an owl. They hunt at night. Mostly mice and other small rodents... And yes it's a bird. They fly by catching currents of air. The spread of their wings is what helps that lift them."