[That gets a bit of pause. Pel's voice comes back a little louder.]
I trust you with power like that. It's probably safer for you than normal magic, if the garden was any indication. But growing one tree with a group of other blood mages sounds a terribly pointless risk and I'd do you a disservice not to point it out. The vhenadahl doesn't come from us, the Dalish, with or without blood to grow it. It springs from the city elves, they plant it and water it and it's their own way of remembering who they are. It's supposed to come from their life. I'm sorry, it's a tangent, I'm not exactly qualified to speak on behalf of city elves, but--
[She deflates, hearing the hypocrisy in her own words. What's the difference between the vhenadahl and the Chantry garden? What makes some meddling good and the rest of the meddling bad?]
Did we do the right thing? Why didn't we ask the Viscount for his permission? I've had a Templar asking me these questions and I'd like to know what to say.
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I trust you with power like that. It's probably safer for you than normal magic, if the garden was any indication. But growing one tree with a group of other blood mages sounds a terribly pointless risk and I'd do you a disservice not to point it out. The vhenadahl doesn't come from us, the Dalish, with or without blood to grow it. It springs from the city elves, they plant it and water it and it's their own way of remembering who they are. It's supposed to come from their life. I'm sorry, it's a tangent, I'm not exactly qualified to speak on behalf of city elves, but--
[She deflates, hearing the hypocrisy in her own words. What's the difference between the vhenadahl and the Chantry garden? What makes some meddling good and the rest of the meddling bad?]
Did we do the right thing? Why didn't we ask the Viscount for his permission? I've had a Templar asking me these questions and I'd like to know what to say.