Signy shrugged, "I don't know much about surface politics, Ferelden or otherwise," she contributed, before taking another small bite. Perhaps Grey Wardens were viewed as separate from nations or politicians—or perhaps they were a strong enough militant force that they were accepted everywhere as a matter of course. She had never learned much detail about them, beyond their role (they fought Blights when Blights arose on the surface) and their occasional somber appearances in Orzammar.
After she finished her second bite, she turned to look up at Imenry, took a shallow breath, and tried to gather her thoughts enough to explain her circumstance—and the circumstance of dwarven magic in general. "All mages were always born that way, I think—but dwarves have never been capable of magic before Paragon Dagna. It's something to do with living so close to veins of lyrium in the Stone, I think... I mean, that was her theory at least. She said long ago, they tested hundreds of dwarves from different families and thaigs and none had the slightest capacity towards magic. Nothing like what you'd see in a similar sample of humans or elves." Signy glanced down for a moment, then, "She found a way to... I guess you could say, alter lyrium such that exposing a dwarf to it in the proper dosage, with the proper reagents present, had the chance of making them into a mage. I don't even understand the whole process—and I was there. Well, while I was conscious. But it works, and here we are."