Unfortunately, while she did get some directions from the local, they were otherwise rather unhelpful and, if she had to say it, reminded her of a certain nay-sayer. Feeling rather put off from the ordeal, she was about to walk off when she heard the moogle's verbal tick. Turning, she blinked once.

What a cute little red scarf...

"I am, yes." She admitted readily with a nod. There was no sense in pretending not to be, and she wasn't about to waste anyone's time doing so. "Ellana Lavellan, leader of the Inquisition... though I doubt that has much credence in a place like this."