
When any native Fereldan pictures a member of the Dalish, they imagine a wild elf, animal and untamed, shaped by the rugged environments of the Brecilian Forest, the Korcari Wilds, and other hidden places. They picture a savage hunter, wildly tattooed in signs of ancient gods, a blatant unbeliever in a country which reveres the Chant above nearly everything else. And most of all, they see an alien, a figure so strange and utterly foreign, that they cannot truly be trusted as a friend.
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