"Skyhold has few charms, unless you actually enjoy almost pulling every muscle in your backside hiking up as parts of you freeze." Though this woman is tall, not Vashoth tall but certainly taller than most women Araceli knows, so the hike might not have been so torturous for her as it was for smaller legs. Lux's eyes go wide though, eyes perking up and forward, clearly in rapture.

A liar, to pretend he's not spoiled with such behaviour at all times, a rogue and a cad, she couldn't be more proud.

"The Deep Roads? Where would those be, I have heard no tales of them yet." Nor has she come across them in her reading, or not that she recalls yet but the Grey Warden part, that she does know about. A little. From Zevran. So you know, pretty much what fits in a thimble. "You are a Grey Warden then? I have heard a little of what your order does, but if you seek a drink, you go to the Herald's Rest and you can get a meal there too though Skyhold has kitchens of their own. The head cook is a terrible woman, avoid her at all costs. Sleeping is less clear, if you can claim a place? Claim it fast."

And from the long slow approving look she gives Kaisa, she doubts the woman would have any trouble managing that.