Signy had turned as Imenry's footsteps came within a few feet of her. She had no particular alertness, no special faculty that thieves or warriors or rangers might possess, and relatively little practice at noticing things she wasn't paying direct attention to. (The one exception, notable, very notable, was different. The darkspawn weren't something she could ignore, like a sound or a smell or even a sight. It was a sense a level deeper than that, and dismaying to think upon. Signy shoved the thought back, and looked to Imenry.)
Imenry, who was, as ever, carrying her massive sword. Although Redcliffe seemed to be secure for now, it was still a comfort to see that familiar handle poking over the barbarian's shoulder, and know that if something did go wrong, it would be unsheathed and swinging within seconds. "I don't know if I was exactly admiring it," Signy said, shaking her head a little, "Just... watching." Which made it sound like she was standing watch in case it did something suspicious. Or in case darkspawn rose out of it. (Were there water darkspawn? Could there be? It seemed unlikely; there was no underground ocean for them to breed in or acclimate to. As far as Signy was aware, at least.)
But Imenry's second question was the more serious, and Signy nodded to it. It did not even cross her mind, to lie to Imenry or refuse to tell her; it was not, after all, a secret. Not like the Joining, which remained the one thing that Signy wished most of all she could get off of her tongue. But she couldn't.
This, she could. "There's a large group of Darkspawn massing somewhere near here, in an ... an orchard," she added, although remembering the word gave her pause. Wasn't that sort of like a farm? She had the vaguest of ideas that it was somewhere that food was produced, here on the surface. "And the Lord of this Redcliffe House would have part of our group go there and get rid of it." At least, Signy could only imagine that was what the Lord (Arl? Was that it?) wanted done.