"Yes."

"Pity they aren't, then."

"Yes."

"Maybe if elves in general were more like Shiral we would have held up better against the Tevinter Imperium."

"Seems likely, but at that point it's kind of hard to speculate."

"Yeah. And we're not more like Shiral, so."

"Also, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, an entire elven nation of Shirals would be more than a little terrifying."

"I see what you mean."

"I like Shiral. She's going to be an excellent Grey Warden."

"Definitely."

"At least if she makes it through the Joining. I wonder if there are any other surprises like that waiting for you."

"I have no idea."

"You could try asking Ambrose. I have a feeling he'd actually answer."

"I could. I might wait until after the Joining. Worry about one potentially fatal surprise at a time."

"Reasonable."

"It doesn't help that I don't have much to do until then."

"I think I saw Tev getting sword lessons from Ambrose earlier..."

"Good point. I might as well see if I can get any of Shiral's Shiralness to rub off on me through sparring."

"Best of luck!"

"Thanks."

And then she will attempt to locate Shiral. She assumes this will only be doable if Shiral is willing to be located but this is entirely possible so.

There she is!

"Hi. Do you want to spar?"

"All right."

Acara knows that Shiral is better than her, but that doesn't mean she won't fight to win. Losing because your opponent is better than you is one thing; losing because you gave up before the match began quite another.

Shiral is better than her, but nevertheless the sparring manages to keep her interest.