[She had agreed quite readily---it is, at once, a mark in her favor and somewhat suspicious. Galadriel doesn't recognize the voice on the other end of the crystal, but whether she was human or elven, it made very little difference. In every single instance where she'd called herself an elf, there had been more than a touch of resistance to her claim. That there isn't any, now, is...worthy of note.

But...her ready thanks and generosity are refreshing and, fortunately, enough that Galadriel overlooks the strangeness of her immediate agreement.]

Do not trouble yourself; I require no recompense. I ceased caring for money long before I came to Thedas. If you honor the heart of my request, I shall be content.

[But now she wants to know more.]

I would, however, enjoy reading what you have written. Perhaps we might meet, Lady Vauquelin, and I might see some of your work.

I admit, I am also curious as to how one might draw up a chart regarding rifters. We are few and very strange, it must be terribly complex or exceedingly simple if it can capture the whole of things.