Ioane is a creature of cities and crowded streets. The Hinterlands feel quaint and backwater to her, like some parochial dream. She's never been this far from Denerim before. Everything looks so picturesque!

It's easy to get caught up, staring at the beauty of the trees and the wildflowers, when she's sent on an errand by one of the many (many many) people that she answers to. The Inquisition will take any help it can get, apparently, so she's been a kind of runner, a servant with quick footsteps who doesn't turn up their nose at bedpans and bullshit.

And from there, it's easy to get lost. Really easy. Find some spindleweed, they said, and Ioane ran off to find it before realizing she knew what it even looked like. These country people think everyone is a country person, and the accents between Denerim and here aren't different enough to notice. Before long, she's wandered into the wrong neck of the woods, and is that a bear?

Ioane's never seen a bear before. They're so big. She gapes in open wonder, studying the sheer girth of the creature, the fur, the beady eyes, the huge nose. She's completely lost in observation, until the bear rears itself up on its hind legs and begins to roar.

Ioane screams.

Ioane is positively thrilled when she finds out they need her as a servant. A servant. She never thought she'd be so lucky! It's the kind of job no one in her family has ever had. A servant in a castle! The Maker himself must be smiling down upon her.

She does her duties with unusual cheer, which probably underscores how she hasn't got a clue what she's doing. Her experiences with feather beds have been minimal, verging on nill. She hasn't got a clue how to make them. She's never folded clothes before. She's certainly never changed someone's sheets.

She puts an impressive amount of effort into doing it badly, methodically rolling up the linens into one long tube so she can unroll them over the bed with no creases or wrinkles. It really makes perfect sense in her head.

Honestly, it's only your bad luck, walking in on her while she does this. "Oh!" she says, smiling too widely not to be covering for nervousness. She feels guilty just for being here, even though it's actually her job, and it ends up leaving her seeming like she's been caught in the act of doing something illicit. "Hullo, Ser. I, uh, didn't see you there. I won't be long."

She goes back to unrolling her sheet tube.