"Falsely imprisoned?" the would-be priest repeated incredulously, before more laughter escaped her lips. "Oh, Captain, my Captain." Deidre neither confirmed nor denied whether the redhaired commander of the Star had truly been, however. Instead, she nodded, gesturing for Imenry to step out of the larder first after setting her spent bottle aside. Bare feet padded on cold stone as she shut the door behind her, and started moving along the narrow passageway that leaded to the roomier interiors of the Keep.
"It's a long story as to how I ended up there, but needless to say it happened at a very eventful Satinalia," she told her companion. "I was actually looking for passage out of Rivain when the authorities arrested me and confiscated the obsidian artifact I was carrying. They didn't know the significance of it, so they handled it roughly -- certainly you could understand how anxious I was to retrieve it. It belonged to a Rivaini historian of excellent repute, and was stolen by a local crimelord. He had some research I was interested in, so in exchange for his expertise in the matter I was investigating, I promised him I would get it back. Anyway, long story short, the Captain and I joined forces, broke out of our cells, stole back the idol and rushed to the docks for safety."
Talk of remembrances caused her to smile further, a cheeky incline of her head forcing a lock of hair to bounce against her cheek. "Oh aye, you will. And it is my aim to have you keep remembering me in every conversation we'll ever have from here on in," Deidre stated, an impish curl tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Anyway, from what I gathered, most of the new Wardens have been recruited from all over Ferelden, though I'm certain they brought some of the more senior ones from Orlais to get this branch refitted. I don't know if they're still here, or if they've moved back. However I would put money on the fact that most are local."
She gestured to the side. "My rooms are up there," she said, fingers sweeping over a flight of stairs. She continued moving along at that, walking next to the woman in a companionable distance.
"When did you start fighting? I can tell you make a living out of it," the archaeologist asked, curious eyes falling upon her sidelong as they went.