The cloak and the dialect slot her squarely in the "native to Thedas" category of people in Jayce's mind.

"What for?" he asks curiously, pocketing his shopping list. Slung across his shoulder is a canvas bag of groceries; beneath it, a harness with a mace strapped to his back. By appearance, he seems to be a fighter of some sort.

"Only certain types seek the Gallows."