Leliana hummed quietly as she tended to roses in the Chantry yard. She felt droplets of rain beginning to fall, making contact with her sun-kissed skin. Merchants on the Lothring's square hurried to cover the goods as the rain intensified. Barefooted children playing around the village ran under the rooftops, shrieking and laughing. Leliana watched them and smiled to herself, feeling her simple red lay sister attire quickly dampen as she made her way to the Chantry's doors, unhurried. Once inside, she found someone in the narthex, escaping the rain.

"Oh, my. You're shivering. Come inside, by the fire. Or else you might catch a cold."

Leliana offered kindly in a silky voice laced with an Orlesian accent.