"Well it's not all too hard to believe. The Dalish elves have their own pantheon of gods, they don't worship the Maker," Deidre told Imenry. "Their defiance against the Chantry cost them several centuries ago, when the Divine at the time called for an Exalted March against them. They lost the Dales because of it." It may be odd to hear a human regurgitate so much of the people's history when they were so wary of her kind as a whole...and given that the scions of Elvhenan didn't write much of their history, the young woman appeared to have at the very least spent some time with them. Among them. "As for the Chantry of Andraste itself...they've amassed a considerable degree of political power since Emperor Kordillus Drakon I united the Blessed Bride's followers...before he founded the organization in Orlais, her cults have been scattered over the continent. Now, it's the religion in Thedas."
She shrugged. "I'm a historian," she continued. "I consider myself to be that, first. My duty...my calling...is to preserve the past so we don't repeat the same mistakes that plagued it in the future. And there were so many....so many that could've been avoided." The last was said more softly, more to herself, perhaps, than to Imenry herself.
Deidre shook her head, finishing off the last of her sandwich and leaning her hip against the counter. She took another swig of her ale, grinning around the top of it as the woman offered her own observations on foreigners. "Well, we do like our dogs," she agreed with a laugh. "Between you and me though I think we're just used to it. Compared to other countries, we're not all that far removed from our Almarri roots."
She absently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, capturing a dark tress that had escaped the loose and messy bind fastened at the back of her head. "Denerim? Yes...I think so at least, that's where I remember being found." It was a curious turn of phrase, but Deidre didn't explain it further as she continued, "And it is, compared to places like Redcliffe or Lothering or even here in Amaranthine." Word of Imenry's village caused her to perk up in interest. "Oh? Whereabouts?" she asked. "Where in Ferelden, if you don't mind me asking? What was it like? I never really grew up in a small area, but I noticed the size typically determines how tight-knit the people are with one another."