"I've yet to take my vows....well, my second set of vows that makes me a full member of the clergy and therefore completely subject to their decisions and jurisdiction on top of everything else," Deidre answered readily. If she was secretive, she was certainly doing a poor job showing it. "I was given two years to decide whether I remain or be cut loose. I've been waffling to be honest, I was never comfortable with a collar around my neck." She winked at Imenry. "I'm too much of a Fereldan for that, I think." However, when the other woman asked about the Grand Cleric, a look of resignation fell on her features. "Just my disciplinary record," she confessed. "I've been in trouble quite a bit -- there's really no one incident, and the woman hears almost everything that goes on in the organization here. I think the biggest infraction I ever made was when I was suspended for a year for failing to report to the Revered Mother that I came across an apostate in the Brecilian Forest."
She frowned deeply in remembrance. "By all rights I didn't have the authority to make those kinds of decisions myself," she continued. "But the man was a Dalish elf and his Keeper's First. He was selected to inherit all of his clan's knowledge and lore." An impassioned tone bled further into her speech, her gaze brightening as the intensity of her convictions of the matter increased. "If I reported him and was responsible to his capture, what would happen to the clan once its Keeper dies? They would've lost their history...whatever they recovered of it, and so much of their culture has been lost already. It's a lifelong vocation, they can't just replace a First once he's captured or killed-- "
It was a burgeoning rant, and one she recognized as familiar. She cleared her throat, her expression somewhat embarrassed. "Forgive me," she apologized. "I just....I do believe apostates can be dangerous but I firmly believe that was a special case. Let's...move on to more cheerful discussions, shall we?"
The mention of Orlais' Chevaliers caused her to laugh. "The reason why they consider us Fereldans smelly," she affirmed with a smirk. "They don't consider it unmanly but rather part of their daily regimen. The Chevaliers are normally selected from aristocratic families so...and considering they're around horses most of the time. Orlais is a beautiful country, mind, with a rich history and a fascinating culture. I'm just not sure of the individuals that dominate most of its upper strata."
She sighed. "As for Denerim....I'm never in one place for too long," she explained. "So...all my life it's really the only place I've ever called home. It...must sound stupidly sentimental and nostalgic, but it's true." She inclined her head at Imenry curiously. "So...where in Ferelden did you hail from, exactly?"