"The Brecilian Forest," she paused, chewing the name over slightly in her mind, looking ahead. Trees had not been particularly confusing—they imported some wood products in Orzammar, although the primary building and furnishing materials were stone, of course—but that must be a massive collection of the things. And Imenry's response had already opened up two or three new lines of questioning in Signy's mind; the need to know pushed her forward, and the words simply came tumbling out. "I know what a wolf is, but I've only ever seen a bear's pelt, what are they like when they are alive? Their skins seem awfully large, they must be great beasts. Are they hostile?"
"What about this—Dalish elven clans? I thought elves lived with humans, for the most part," sort of as an equivalent to casteless, although she did not voice this last part, mostly because it seemed that few topsiders understood the dwarven social system even half as well as Signy would have liked. "How large is this forest? Are we going into it? What kind of magical curse is it supposed to have? I'd like to, um, that seems like something my cousin would have been very interested in," she added, as a slightly sheepish followup to her enthusiastic blabber of questions.