A thing to be admired, quite honestly. But as a born and bred Fereldan, well, I'm pretty sure there's dirt and mud in my blood. [And the stench of dog.]

Well met and all. [Alas, she's bereft of a drink, so she simply tips her head instead. Luckily, as if sensing this with attuned barmaid senses, a waitress comes over to take her order. Normally Hawke sticks to ales and the like, but given her new circumstances, she's going to go for something a little stronger.] Whisky, for the love of the Maker.

[The waitress is off in a flash, leaving Relm to lean on her elbows on the table.] So, Keira. How long have you found yourself in this place?