"Orzammar," Signy supplied, looking momentarily stiff-backed, not quite insulted at the Antivan Crow's inability to name her home, but.... briefly prideful about it. She furrows her brow at the dog, "Why is it yapping like that? Is it angry? We don't have anything quite like this in Orzammar… Well, we have nugs, which you eat, and we have tezpadam, which try to eat you. They're both about that size. Nothing else, though." She edged a bit further away along the table and regarded the small creature with a mixture of worry and confusion. "Having something to check for poison is very clever, though," she acknowledged, with a nod. Certainly, Orzammar could use something like that—could you make a Nug do it? If you could put up with the noise, maybe.
She shot a glance off towards the kitchen: "That's how they make food up here? Hm. Maybe they have some bread to spare."
His description had managed to make the vaguely unpalatable traditional Ferelden dish even less appetizing, and that was something of a feat.