So... You Live Here?

You don't seem very Ferelden. She commented, bumping him with one of her buckets of water as she slowed to let him catch up with her. You're very honest. That's refreshing.

Light eyes studied the man next to her, and she shrugged. Convenin' with spirits is the most political us Chasind get. I'm the Saar-ab of Dosov, the closest town to us. She clicked her tongue, as she stepped into the hut once more. And I oversee the villages between Dosov and the other big town.

She poured the water into the tub, and then the second bucket. I've kept villages from war more times than I care to count. And I work with the spirits to keep Ferelden away. That was enough of an answer, she thought.

So, did you flunk out of politics?