Her eyes searched around the stores of the room while Dee worked on the sandwich, knowing they would need something suitable to wash down their food. "You've been to Orzammar? Were humans allowed in there before recently or did you get special permission?"
Tucked away in the back of the room she spied several barrels, and piled atop that, glass bottles of wine and ale and she nipped two of the latter, a good vintage. "Ah, do you happen to drink? Or should you like something a little lighter?" Not that it was a particularly strong ale, as Imenry was more hungry than in the mood to dizzy her head. But she knew enough by now to know that not everyone enjoyed a drink of the alcoholic nature.
She fell silent a moment as Dee launched into song. It sounded half-familiar, but she couldn't know. Usually when dwarves in taverns were singing, it was with a great deal of drunken slurring. Occasionally with words that made no sense at all. She grinned at Dee. "Yes, well you sing it with more sense than any of the dwarves I've ever seen in taverns do."
Crossing back towards the woman she nodded slowly. "You certainly do seem to have your ear to the ground. I guess that's to be expected with someone who digs up secrets for a living. Signy is a dwarven mage, and she told me a little about the process that made her one. But I'm no scholar. In any case, she was alone and new to the surface when I met her. But now she's about to become a Grey Warden, so I suppose she'd have been fine without me."
She thanked Dee, reaching for her half of the sandwich with a smile. She seemed relaxed for the moment, easy enough in the other woman's company. "You're right enough about that. I'm afraid I don't speak any other languages myself though." She leaned against a tall barrel with one hip, silent as she took a bite of the sandwich and chewed thoughtfully.