Salt

The woman's accent came as a surprise, but certainly not an unwelcome one.  Harlyn canted her head listening to the almost musical sound of it, a smile upon her face.  She had always loved learning more about the histories and cultures of others, and it seemed that often times an unusual dialect came as a precursor to an interesting character.

"I'm well, and you?" Harlyn replied in kind, "Forgive me for making assumptions, but I get the feeling that you're not from around here, like myself?"  Her own voice had a slight lilt to it, but nothing too pronounced.  Most didn't even notice it until they caught her murmuring prayers in gaelic to herself.