If anything in Kashaw's statement made Merrill relax it was the plural on gods. She didn't know what the Weave was. Probably something like the Fade. She nodded and let her shoulders release the tension she was holding.

"They're not, where I come from. They're higher up members of the Chantry, the church of Andraste. It's..." She pressed her lips together and shook her head. "The Chantry and magic have a painful history as do the Chantry and elves. When you happen to be both things get painful. I'm sorry. I shouldn't've jumped to conclusions."