He was very quiet, listening to every word that the dwarf said; his kind face was open and accepting of everything as honest truth. Falina enjoyed lying, (she did it often) but she resolved not to abuse this man's trust. He was simply too considerate of her; even if it showed only in the softening of his eyes, and the measured steps of his long legs.
He didn't say much of anything about Rhocanth, and Falina guessed he merely knew the name, not the person. It didn't offend her, and oddly she felt relieved; Rho's secrets and sorrow were his own, saying more would have been a betrayal of his trust.
"Denever-" Falina repeated the name twice, committing it to memory. If Ordhan were to become important to her, she wanted to remember it. "I've never heard of it, but that's... uh... not really saying much." She offered a quick apologetic smile; perhaps it had been on the map, or along the path that Cormac had marked for her, and she'd been unable to read it. Denever could have been an entire region, or a mere pinprick on the parchment.
She tipped her head down, looking at her scuffed boots. The trip hadn't been easy, and they showed the absolute history of her travels. "I found something... I have friends, and I guess a new destiny, so- there's that, and it's... more than I would have had at home. If I'd stayed much longer, I'd probably would have ended up- well, being a Grey Warden, is more exciting than being a mother, at any rate."
Falina stopped in her tracks when she saw the paintings of fruit, her eyes widening in disbelief, only to be cast down by a fit of riotous giggles. She clamped a hand over her mouth, unsure who could her the rolling echo of mirth, but she kept laughing behind it. The girl eventually gestured uselessly to the painting that was the source of the fit. "This is Vigil's Keep, you'd think that they'd have a thousand canvasses detailing the history of the Wardens, or their grandest battles, but no... it's an apple. In case the recruits had forgotten what one looked like."