[ Once again, somebody she might have claimed as an acquaintance, if not a friend (are any brave enough to claim Morrigan as a friend? Any other than the Hero herself?), has no idea who she is. She keeps smiling. ]

I'm from Ferelden, aren't I? Becoming familiar with Orlesian taste is the sort of distasteful thing one must do to survive in trying times.

[ She offers a hand. ]

Laica Hawke.