The wine is accepted with a grateful smile, and a sip taken. Briefly, Beleth recalls the first time she tried wine, after the mages' first attempt at organization, and Lady Adelaide had thrown a somewhat impromptu party. The wine had seemed overly sour then, and little had changed since that first taste. But she drinks anyway, keeping her face neutral. The only expression she allows is when Araceli continues to compliment her, and Beleth gives a fake, but pleasant little titter.

Okay, so no one needs to know that the only places she's ever been outside of her clan have been with the Inquisition, that's just. A detail that she's going to leave out.

"Well...I didn't see much creatures in the Fallow Mire. Nothing alive at all, really. Even everything moving seemed pretty dead--there was that dead horse." Pause. Maybe talking about half-rotted horses with swords sticking out of their heads wasn't the best plan. She clears her throat, smiles as charmingly as she can, and gives a little shrug. "Emprise du Lion was pretty incredible, as well. I heard that some people fought a High Dragon." Not that she saw the dead horse, or the high dragon.

Wow, she was leading an exciting life.