If I met a Vint in a cave I was likely hired to kill him, but I think I have your meaning. [She... she thinks she gets it. She's better with big words than philosophy, or the shape of thoughts over time. Word games, riddles... you can't buy cleverness, she'd learned that quickly, talking to folk who could buy everything else.] I'd tell him I were from the poorest of families. And though the years may seem to match up, I am not a survivor of Ferelden's greatest tragedy since the Occupation; I simply chose a lucky time to leave.

Shhhh- [Course correction-- It only makes sense to her, for a god that actually cares about their followers, should be female.] he seems like a keen God to have. He wants you to save the land for knowledge's sake?