[It doesn't take much extra scrutiny to mark the way Bellamy's mouth tightens, or the narrowing of his eyes. He looks away with a huff of breath--nearly a laugh, but still somehow dismissive.]

Probably wondering why you didn't recognize his name. And to be honest, I kinda wonder the same thing--how a well-informed lady like you could end up missing out on that news. Or gossip. Whatever you want to call it.

[Distractedly, staring off, Bellamy picks at his handwrap with his thumb. Then he stops, abruptly, and looks back at her.]

You hear about the Kirkwall Chantry at least?