She blinked, following Rhocanth's distant gaze as he watched the sky where the Owl had disappeared. She couldn't help but smile at his curious look, at the pondering expression that flickered over his youthful face. "Intelligent enough I suppose, for a wild animal. As for friendly, I've seen some people train them, but rarely. Usually it's a hawk one hunts with, or some other such bird."
She paused a moment, listening to the young dwarf's sudden influx of questions, the disbelief in his voice, the mild disgust. She surely wasn't painting humans, especially the Chantry, in a good light. Not that she thought very highly of them herself, but she wasn't exactly the best source of information. She was completely biased.
"They are reviled by some humans, certainly not all. And the reason that the Chantry marched against them all those years ago had something to do with the elves refusing to convert to the Andrastian religion. They wanted to keep worshiping their own gods. But the Chantry believes that their chant must be sung from all corners of Thedas in order for their Maker to return to them, or something of the like." She waved a hand uncertainly. "I don't really follow the religion that closely, but that's what you can gather from those people shouting on the streets."
She smiled at the way he lowered his voice. It was likely that no one in the camp was awake at this time, still, she lowered her own and tilted her head towards him with a smile. "I don't know what they're like in general. They're like humans or dwarves I guess... in the respect that no two of them are alike. I've met elves who were mercenaries. I know there are the Dalish. Some of them still hold to their old beliefs, some have none, others turn to worship the Maker..."