Right, then. [Her voice is strong, deep for a woman, with a Fereldan accent, Denerim slums specifically.]

Reckon I ought to introduce myself... again. S'been a while. We've had plenty of you lot stumble in from the cold in the last few months, and what with the war and all, I haven't got a good look at you.

Training yard. All you that can fight, show me what you can do. If you can't fight, you ought to learn, and I'll teach you. Name's Jone, but 'that six-foot bitch with the red hair' works just as well.

If any of you can knock me down, you win, uh... free round at the pub, on me. That goes for everyone. Try'n impress me.

I realize how this is going to sound, but I assure you, I have reason for it.

[The droning voice over the sending crystal is...perhaps somewhat more bemused than normal, at least by a degree.]

Tell me your best joke.