As Dee spoke about the incident with the Apostate mage, one of the Dalish, Imenry was silent, occasionally taking a drink of her ale and nodding now and again if she agreed with something. She digested the information. She had her own opinions on mages, and they were very very lax in comparison to how most people in Ferelden felt. If a mage was killing or otherwise committing dangerous crimes, they deserved to pay like anyone else, but she didn't really believe the extreme things that the Chantry did were necessary. "I wasn't aware that the Chantry bothered much with the Dalish, but I suppose they've expanded their control more recently? In any case... I can see why it would get you in trouble, and yet also, why you would do it in the first place."
She smiled when Dee changed the subject, crossing her legs at the ankles idly and leaning forward. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she turned to look more directly at the other woman. "Cheerful discussions? Like men who smell of flowers?" She laughed. "I have noticed the many foreigners are often saying Ferelden smells, particularly of wet dogs. But I don't notice it. Do you suppose we just get used to the smell?" She sounded wondering, and leaned her weight back against her hands once more.
"Is that where you originally are from? Denerim? I've been there several times, and it's large. Good taverns though," she said with a smile. "And always plenty of work to do." She caught the curious glint in Dee's eyes and smiled. It was a question she was more than used to hearing, and especially lately. "I'm from a village so small and remote that they didn't even bother to name it. So I suppose that might be why what I have to say about Denerim is that it's large."