Leliana found herself coming back to the statue. This was her fourth time today. Everything she'd learned from watching others and hearing what they had to say all led back to the poem. Whether it was real or purely legend, the people sure believed in it.

At this point, she'd written off anyone else looking at it to mean that they too were curious about the poem. Hearing a woman speak something else surprised her. She'd had the same thought earlier. She laughed a little. "Yes, I thought as much too. I think she would be beautiful if restored correctly. If they used the same stone and paint, instead of trying to change her."