To Bethen's first comment, Signy merely shook her head, "No, she doesn't really look much like her statues—she complained about it, too, because it looked so severe." Even if statues of Paragons were supposed to be severe and proud and honorable, and Dagna's face never actually sat still. Dagna herself, neither, such that apparently getting her to sit and model for the statues had been an awful challenge for the artisans. "And she…" She trailed off, slightly. "YOu don't have to call her the Paragon, it's not wholly necessary. She is my cousin, too, after all. And you knew her from before." It was funny that Signy just then remembered, and not before speaking, how she'd heard a very similar set of words, a bit less than two years ago. When she started studying with Dagna, trying to figure out how to use the magical power that she'd just been given, and had been calling Dagna all manner of overly flowering, respectful titles. Dagna had put a stop to it, though Signy had been appalled for several days afterwards.
"She didn't send me here," Signy admitted, before taking a sip from her drink, to buy herself a moment of thought. One the tankard was down in her lap, again, she thought the one sip had perhaps been too brief. It hadn't felt awful going down, though, which was a good sign. "It was… Well, something bad happened, and politics in Orzammar being what they are," she brushed a few stray locks of hair out of her face, thoughts focusing on the ugly brand on the side of her face. Surfacers really didn't seem to know what it meant. "She wouldn't have put me or any other dwarf through what coming to the Surface for a prolonged amount of time meant, even if she'd gone through it herself. The Assembly wanted to get rid of mages. They thought we were a danger, so they exiled us. It really would have been much grander if Dagna had sent me here—I wish I'd had the presence of mind to tell people that, instead."
It was, mostly, a joke. Mostly.
Signy wasn't the best of liars; her heart was so seldom in it, and she talked a bit too much for it to be effective at all. A facet of her personality that came back to haunt her now, as she kept going, "I…I probably have more questions than ancestors, really. About what it's like there? What do you learn? What about the Templars?" She pursed her lips. "I don't really understand them, and I wanted to ask…" she trailed off there, and didn't quite finish her thought. "Well, a lot of things about them."