In his absence she took to chopping up the roots and few vegetables they'd procured along the way and set those aside. She looked up when he returned and offered him a smile, reaching for the skins to empty the water into the pot. When it first hit the hot metal the water hissed loudly and issued some steam, but the pot soon cooled from the liquid and began to simmer. Imenry lowered the pot closer to the fire and gave the mixture a stir with a spoon before turning to the mage to answer his question.
"A little village in what is technically Southern Orlais, but as you can tell, I'm hardly Orlesian. It was a rather isolated place. I'm gathering since you're a mage you spent most of your life in a tower? But your accent is not exactly Fereldan..."
She tossed a packet of herbs and spices into the pot. The elderly Quintus had prepared a few of the bundles for quick cooking and she wasn't sure about everything that it contained but they tended to make food taste better.