Surprise flitted across her face when the woman stepped in to join her, and instead of the usual long-suffering look she was used to seeing when a stranger was subjected to her eccentricities, she saw something much more amiable than she was expecting. Deidre grinned back openly, the flash of pearly teeth peeking from behind slightly parted lips. "Really?" she replied with a laugh. "I know some of them. I've been to Orzammar before."
Her mouth parted further to demonstrate...while the quality of her singing voice didn't carry the same, sculpted finesse of the Anderfeldan bard in the Keep, she was at the very least a decent singer; averagely skilled that hearing her wouldn't be unpleasant.
"Gather thee dwarves, there’s cause for a bash! Tap all caskets and find us your stash! Who calls the round? Whose wallet is heavy? How many pints can this tummy here levy?
Beer, cider, spirits and ales! Listen to the drunk dwarf tell his tall tales! Loosen your belts, cups in the air! The liquor flows free and the barrels won’t care!"
All the while cheerfully hacking into bread and meat, constructing them into carefully segregated piles on the chopping board she had managed to find. Conversation was clearly easy for her, as she easily contributed to what the taller, older woman deigned to tell her. "Signy?" she replied, her brows furrowing in thought, to remember where she had heard the moniker before. Snapping her free set of fingers, realization dawned upon her. "The Dagna? I've heard of her! Though I've not met her officially yet. She's a very rare thing, your companion. Dwarves have always been thought of to be incapable of magic since they spent all their lives in lyrium-laced caves...renders them immune to the ore. She's changed all that, or rather one of their Paragons did the last I heard."
She started assembling a sandwich, applying mustard on a slice of bread and lading meat, cheese, tomatoes and lettuce upon one. Reaching for some pepper, she turned to Imenry again. Surprise, again, was evident on her features. "That would be me," she confirmed. "My field typically requires me to travel all over, to be familiar with other cultures and languages...otherwise my academic endeavors would be a little more difficult to undertake. I'm an archaeologist and a historian, and sometimes the documents I need for ressearch aren't written in Fereldan. One must adapt to the circumstances they find themselves in, yes?"
Picking up the knife again, after pressing the sandwich together, she cut it in half. "Here," she said, gesturing to the cutting board. "One for you, and one for me."