Imenry broke off her own piece of jerky to chew on, listening to Signy and nodding now and again. "So, your relative, this Dagna, she made herself, and then you, into mages? Just how would one go about doing that? All the mages I've ever met before have just been born that way. I didn't know you could make them. I imagine that such an ability would be abused by certain types if they found it were possible." She frowned over the thought. Humans were like that, taking power and seizing at it with grasping, greedy hands. An army of mages could represent power, but only with sufficient way to control them.
She looked thoughtfully down at Signy. Even though the girl was technically an Apostate, she was one only because there really was no Chantry in Orzammar, and now she would be a Grey Warden, which was also outside of their control. She was glad that because of this Signy would have a much more free life than a typical mage in Ferelden. "Grey Wardens seem to be respected everywhere at least. Even in countries who would usually look at Fereldens with disdain or hostility. Because their stories are so entrenched in history that nearly everyone has at least heard of them, or the great feats of their heroes."