Lexa makes a noise of acknowledgment. Lowlanders are strange, but she's not about to say that when surrounded by them. And talking to one. She remains unconvinced by the snails, but if they're meant to be a local delicacy, she'll at least make an effort. No Avvar would ever pay a premium for such stupid food but she's eaten worse, all things considered.

"You're Fereldan," she says, not quite a question. "Have you been to Orlais before?"