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Andra had begun to wonder if the guards at the gates were going to leave her standing there all night and she would not have been surprised if they had. They were human after all and humans generally disliked elves as much as elves disliked them. But Andra was determined not to be put off and so she stood calmly arms by her sides and waited. After a time she was surprised to hear footsteps and a command to open the gates and it looked as though the guards had actually fetched someone to talk with her. As the gates opened she had a clear look at the one who had come to meet her and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was Dalish. When he introduced himself as Warden Commander she realised she was looking at the Hero of Fereldan and she inclined her head respectfully before she spoke.

"Andaran atish'an Lucas, I am Andra Vahanian of Clan Stalehri and I would not have expected you to know me. My clan kept itself apart from other clans and rarely went to the gatherings. They preferred to keep themselves apart from the world including their fellow Dalish."

Her expression though calm twisted slightly at her last words and to another Dalish it would have been clear that she had disagreed with the decisions of her clan's keeper. Andra believed that if her clan had been more open to trading with the other clans and with the Shem then perhaps Lira would have survived. For a moment her sister's face flashed before her eyes and Andra forced it away unable to bear the sight of her sister in her final moments. On her journey from the Brecillian forest she had hoped that whoever commanded the Wardens would understand her request and her need to join their ranks. Now, seeing that their commander was a Dalish like herself, she felt hope and a trust she would not have felt had he been human. She did not hate humans as many of her kind did but she also did not trust them, the distrust bred into her from an early age.