Ugh. A noble in a house known literally for making and upholding rules and bureaucracy? She tries not to let the disgust show on her face, but she's less good at masking her thoughts when she's been here a while already and has had a few drinks. At least she has finally learned to pace herself, though, after the false gods decided she no longer was welcome to be able to withstand assault and poison better than the mortals do.

And of course, there was only so long that she could postpone questions about herself. It's an easy lie, though, well-practiced here and elsewhere and based on memories she can almost recall, enough to be convincingly real. There's almost no point in it since he'll find out more about her from others than from herself, but there's no point in cutting off an enjoyable chat so quickly.

"I come from a city named Hafeld, in the northern part of my world. It's a port city and home to a well-known wizarding college," she says with a smile as if reminiscing fondly. "I wasn't able to afford to attend, when I was young, but I picked up a few little things here and there."

She hates Hafeld. Hates its people, hates the cold and constant rain, hates how everyone there treated her son. She's glad her biggest impact on the city was to carve a swath of blood through the streets, glad her son and grandson are both there now to help finish what she started.