So noted: this was very much not like Ferelden. Not many people milled about near the palace; no other nobles passed by, people to garner information. Instead, there were guards, and one approached her as she wandered near. He did not seem threatening but, well-- It hadn't been so long since Aallotar. And she could not simply say, I'm a friend of Kell Maresh's.

As he approached, she stopped and waited, not wanting to cause more trouble than she might already be in. He spoke in a language she did not understand, but now she could pinpoint the accent. Kell said similar words.

Neria dipped in a half-bow, attempting to be reverent. When she straightened, her eyes fell to the blade at the guard's side for a moment. "I'm sorry, I-- I don't understand. I am not from here. I was...only looking for information. Can you help me?"