Imenry wrinkled her nose slightly at his description of Ferelden. It seemed many foreigners thought nothing of the country other than its dampness and cold. She wasn't sure what exactly it was about it that classified it as "disgusting" though and she raised a brow in his direction.
"The large cities like Denerim can certainly get dirty and crowded, but I don't know that I would say its disgusting. Though it is rather apparent those from other places dislike it so. I wonder why come here at all then, if that's the case?"
What may have seemed obvious to him was not necessarily so to her. Though she'd spent time in Orlais she didn't know how different it was there as far as the mages went. Did they have their own tower? It hadn't been something she'd been concerned with at the time. She'd merely been trying to get back to Ferelden.
"I've technically been in Ferelden for the past two and a half years and I came here because I had to leave the place where I was. But my village was very isolated, and my ancestors are originally from this land, so indeed you could say I'm more Fereldan than anything else."