Pleasantly mellow thanks to having her own considerable share of ale, Korrin is slouching in her seat, feet propped up against that corner table. She'd sung along as well (thankfully in-tune), though doing so has made her thirsty and she signals for a refill. Glancing over to the unfamiliar but sociable woman, the Vashoth mage nods as she flashes a grin.

"That's Ferelden for you. Not big on elegance, but it has its charms. And it definitely is; after all the crap this past year has thrown at us, we've earned this First Day, that's for damn sure."