A young elven girl, the age of nineteen spends her days with her dalish clan in the Dales, walking the fade as she slept. She was special and very...odd as a child. she would never respond to her given name of Gihlana, only to Da'len. she had developed the gift of magic at the age of five, and an odd fascination with the spirit realm to boot. Her elders always seemed to encourage her it this way, magic of course- and in her countless days of running the forests and hunting, surviving, she had become quite talented at the craft. when she dreamed, she felt free. she perfered the presence of spirits instead of people, even though she loved her clan. At the age of twenty three, her keeper sends her to the conclave where peace talks between the mages and Templars were occurring, to listen in on the negotiations. when the conclave explodes she was caught by Corpheus, though she barely remembers what happened to her. she falls out of the fade onto a journey more wild and heart wrenching than anything she could have ever conjured up in the fade.