I expect it has been, and for that you have my apologies. I find time often escapes my notice.

[Galadriel takes her gently, by the shoulder, and ushers her into the room. It is a plain room, fairly bare, save for the loom and half assembled spinning wheel within. There are a pair of chairs, wooden and crafted in a manner not entirely of Thedas, but they are simple things.]

Tell me of your travels and the wonders you have seen. Have you been given any insights into the past?