"I have been working on a few things here and there - things I knew the theory of already from Kalvad, if not the practice. If there has been any difficulty in the practice, I would chalk it up to a natural necessity for repetition and not to any challenge presented by Thedas itself," is her easy answer.

It is one she promptly decides she regrets the moment Mr. Dickerson begins to describe his own, ah, challenges. Something in her expression - which until this point has been more or less as open as one of the gossipy pamphlets printed and distributed in Kirkwall's Hightown - thins faintly and the line of her spine slowly takes on the distinctly uncomfortable quality of a ramrod.

She has returned to picking absently at her fingertips.

"And this spellwork - conversing with and raising the dead, truth telling. Are these common magics in Tassia?"