"Orzammar was a lot more accessible in the year I managed to visit," Deidre explained easily, fluidly moving along the lines of conversation the more they're opened up to her. "Back then its King was enjoying a successful rule and given my affiliation to the Chantry, it was easy for me to get in given the dwarves' exclusive agreement with it on the lyrium trade. Unfortunately after His Majesty was assassinated, relations with the dwarven kingdom is once again tenuous." She gave Imenry a slight smile after that. "It's cyclical, despite their ways dwarven politicians are extremely bureaucratic."
Her demeanor warmed easily towards the other woman when she exhibited enough consideration to ask her whether she drank at all. "Hah! I don't think I've lasted this long as a ward of the Chantry if I couldn't drink. Sure, the stronger the better, I say. I think I'm starting to lose my tolerance." She patted her stomach in emphasis.
Hearing her words about her charge drove her into a moment of silence, pausing as she listened attentively to the warrior woman speaking to her, delving into her views of the dwarven mage. When she finished, she shook her head in disagreement. "If she was alone and new to the surface, she did the smart thing by asking you along," she told her. "She might've been fine without you, but getting here would've been more difficult for her, I think, without a more experienced guide...and she's too rare a creature to fall into any sort of harm." It may be odd, to hear someone from the Chantry speak about a mage in such glowing terms, but Deidre was Fereldan down to the marrow of her bones. The spirit of rebellion, of making up her own mind based on the conditions set before her and the experiences she had accumulated over the years, ran hot in her blood. It was that very same tendency and way of thinking that made her clash against her superiors regularly.
She nodded when Imenry offered bits and pieces about herself, and once the half she offered was taken, she picked up her own. She bit into it with gusto -- if she gave the impression she as a delicate eater, the viewer would be surprised to see she certainly wasn't. Her midnight snack was disappearing quickly between her fingers. Swallowing heartily, she angled her body so she faced the warrior woman. "Have you been outside of Ferelden, however?" she asked. "Thedas is a beautiful place...it's worth preserving, despite it being so war-torn and violent."