"Nor I. It's a long way from the forests of the Free Marches or the mountains of Skyhold."

If she notes the way Carolina looks at her, she doesn't seem phased. Staring is expected more often than not. Instead, she merely shrugs. "But some things stay the same. There's always a fight to be had, and people to fight in it. That's why we're here."

Though the battlefields are foreign to her, and their enemies strange even to her, that remains constant. It's almost reassuring. It's the one thing she knows, after all this time.

"I'm Marjara, by the way. Of Clan Lavellan."