"Hmm?"

She tilted her head, putting down a half-carved mabari (ferelden folk liked dogs, didn't they? Maybe those would sell). "Never heard the locals use pretty words like that. Not Ferelden, are you?"

But she shrugged before he had a chance to answer. "Suppose it's none of my business, though. You can look if you want, if you can make heads or tails of them. They're mage books, you know. Hard to get hold of. Probably worth something."