"You are a pretty insightful guy, Ordhan." Falina smiled up at the man, feeling her cheeks rise with the softness of it. "I think that's one of the best explanations I've gotten on the Surface, about anything." She looked at him thoughtfully before reaching out to pat his elbow, dropping it after the first brush of contact. The girl blushed, the warmth flooding into her cheeks. In that moment, she had easily forgotten that Ordhan was essentially a stranger.
"If I were lucky, I might have gotten married, but I'm from Dust Town... my best hope would have been to have a baby, with a noble. We call it 'Noble Hunting', and uh- if the baby is the right gender, we get to join the father's family." It was an ugly reality of the Orzammar caste system, and she hated her mother from the second Othra had suggested it. It spoke of only the frustration and misery that Falina had resolved to leave behind her, she nervously changed the subject, flickering back over their conversation, for any lead to follow.
"You haven't been home in twenty years?" It was merely restating what the man had offered, unsure if she'd heard him correctly. Her forehead scrunched, and she examined him closer. "Just how old are you, anyway?"