Sonia's name is seized upon with interest, "Lady Sonia," Alexandrie repeats with a nod of acknowledgement and a slight widening of her own smile, "of the Barras of Wildcrest, no?"

She remembers the family from her studies for two things: stubborn resistance to remaining occupied, and the production of one of the only Fereldan wines worth drinking— and it was very worth drinking. Mention of the latter distinction is really the better choice for making acquaintances.

"I am greatly anticipating the availability of this year's red. Do say it shall make its way to Kirkwall soon?" Then: "Ah, pardon. Alexandrie de la Fontaine."