"The clothing is weirder than the wine." Beleth mumbles, then pauses, and ducks her head sheepishly. At least it was safe, she thinks, to lightly poke at Orlesian nobles. Most people seemed quite happy to do that. "I saw a woman with a neck ruff that went past her mouth. I don't really understand why you would do that...? How do you eat." She snickers, fidgeting with her scarf.

"...You're not from Orlais, are you? I apologize if you are--but, um. I think you dress very reasonably." She adds on quickly. He certainly didn't seem like a noble, and she couldn't pick up an accent, but what did she know?