Fereldian Exploration - Begin:

     Well, what a quaint little place we have here.  I knew things were a bit outdated compared to our own technology, but my goodness.  They don't even have crossbows!  At least none that I can tell.  I disguised myself as a little elf girl, and found my way into a city.  Denerim, I believe is the name.  As soon as I wandered in, though, I got a lot of strange looks, until a guard herded me out of the main market place and into a dismal area of the city.  He then called out to the area, demanding someone to keep better control of me.  I was good, though, I did not let my temper rise.  Information is more important than my self-esteem right now.  
     I admit, though, I am much more angry at myself for picking what seems to be a lower class form.  Anyway, after surveying a few couples that had come out to see if a child was theirs, I found one younger couple who were more curious than concerned.  I took this chance to place a small charm on them unnoticeably to make them think I am their daughter.  So they took me in, with a little surprise from some others, making me cast another general, but still small, charm on the community to believe that I grew up there.  I can finally see how those emotion-altering charms are useful; I always thought they were for taunting or love-enticing.  
     It's been a few days since that day, and everything has been well enough.  The humans treat us like slaves, animals, and a horrible combination of the two, but some are nice.  Either way, it's actually turning out good that I chose this form, as it allows me to be in the presence of things where people who matter would not. It'll increase in time as I age this form.  We're about to eat what we resort to calling dinner soon.  It's a rather poor----------