She laughs, allowing herself one of the good memories she doles out like cookies to children. "Orzammar's New Year was always rung in with pageants. Father or Lord Harrowmont used to play a role, depending what story was being put on. One year my brother Trian was even permitted to be the leading man. He was playing Paragon Aeducan, of course." It had happened every year, and her memories even now are of squeals of delight watching Father in the costume of the Darkspawn Leader, pretending to threaten the Legion of Kal-Sharok.
She catches herself before the memory spreads too far, of course. "Even I've heard of the celebrations of Denerim."