“Men like to believe two things about women: that they are helpless, and that they find them attractive. There is a time to use that to your advantage or a time to defy that, practice makes it easier to tell which one is best for a given situation, there is much to be said for lulling them into a false sense of security,” a laugh follows, old games she played and still plays to this day though the stakes are less than they were when she was a girl, when the game wasn’t played by everyone else as well. “Still, there are some situations where it seems you are damned if you do and damned if you don’t - hold your tongue and they will read what they please into your silence, there are always far too many willing and waiting to put words in your mouth. Yet deny it and they will accuse you still, listen to the evil Dalish maleficar, of course she would deny it.”

Always that word. Always dogging her every step though it troubles her little but for Kieran’s sake, too many people with too little understanding of what magic truly is, let alone blood magic.

“Had I stood where you did I would have cut them down to size. Make mock of them so others will laugh, call them fools and drunken oafs, two grown men against a woman, how brave they must be, to accost her as she simply attempts to leave and troubles none. You must always be sure and confident in what you say but there is little need to shout, simply pitch your voice loud enough to be heard in some instances though in others, leaning close with a whisper they must strain to hear will have them shrinking back as though you have put the fear of the Maker in them.”