Let's Stick to Perky

“To be fair, there’s not many places on the Surface that’re not a little too big for us.” Heck, even Orzammar (or what she’d heard about it, anyway) is nothing but high ceilings, though she imagines the steps are a little shorter.

“In my experience it’s not Wardens who get you castles, but funny bald elves. Ask ‘em enough questions and they find you a castle.”

     “Or killing Archdemons,” Sigrun chuckles, face wrinkling with something akin to glee. “What’s the difference between a Keep and a Castle?” Big stone messes piled up on top of other stone, what was the difference? Sigrun certainly didn’t know. 

“Did Inara tell you that?” He giggles, rocking forward to lift up on to his toes. “I only seem tall when I’m lurking in stained windows, with the light at my back. She must have thought me a dozen feet tall. Fortunately, this is all there is of me.” 

     “Well, she didn’t exactly SAY that you were tall. She just mostly said that you EXISTED, and I thought it was a pretty good bet that you’d be. You know. TALLER.” Compared to her, MOST people were. Sigrun spent her life with a neck ache. 

     “You must be Iander, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.” Truth be told, she’s heard far too much about ALL of the Warden’s old companions. Good blackmail material. Though, she had to doubt she’d be meeting any Kings or Court Enchantresses or Spymasters any time soon. 

     “Boy, this sure is a big place for a dwarf!” Sigrun’s neck sure is getting tired from LOOKING UP. But there’s so much to see! She had almost forgotten the surface. She forgot how tall things could get up here, stretching towards the sky like... like... Forget it.