[ immediately, ness decides she likes this man—she nods enthusiastically along with everything he's saying, and at the mention of cheat sheets, just barely resists picking up her own notebook and pointing out where she's done the same thing (save for "hammer" where he might have put january). his professorial tone is familiar in a way that lowers her guard, somewhat, so that a bit of her apprentice's enthusiasm shines through her careful propriety. ]

It's one thing to know that every group will have their own version of events, but to not even agree on the basic facts—it's irresponsible!

[ how will posterity know what lessons to take from history if all it is is a bunch of myth and propaganda dressed up as fact?! this is an outrage! someone needs to introduce the concept of journalistic integrity to thedas!!! ]

Ah—[ a bit deflated now, but proud, too, ] No, not a scholar. I grew up in—well, it's a library, but it's really more than that. Anyway, it's the biggest and most complete collection of the written word in my whole world. My father was one of the Avowed scribes there, and I lived with him, so I learned from him and the rest of the monks, but I'm not any kind of scholar myself, no. I'm just me.

[ a beat while she remembers her manners. ]

Me being Ennaris. That's my name. Hello! Ness is also fine, if Ennaris is a mouthful!