Signy looked down, seeing the faraway look in the tall woman's eyes—who normally was so present, and so strong. It made her hesitate for a moment, simply because the reaction was new, and very different. "I thought everything south of here was uncharted wilderness? Then again, I don't know much about geography on the surface, so..." She shrugged a little. "Aside from Orzammar, I don't know what anything is like, though."
"Do you really want to know about Gherlon? He was a Paragon from long ago—and the King of Orzammar, actually, and his story is a long one. I'm probably not the best to relate it, with Rhocanth somewhere around here." With a mother who was of House Lynchar? Rhocanth would be far better to spin old tales, and make them sound dramatic and engaging. Signy was more concerned with what swords were made of than what Gherlon had done during his time on the surface.