"Perhaps. She's too fond of her hogs. Treats them like her children." It isn't quite scorn in Ignatia's tone but- some manner of chastisement. "She knows what they're here for. To be brought in, fed well, fattened up, and slaughtered. They live well while they're here and are happy till they get the axe."

Her eyes flick to one of the girls, who shrugs. "She's from the Anderfels, they respect wardens like we respect chantry folk. It might help. Settle everything down, get it nice and quiet again."