Barrow Fields Wore my language like an amaranth and brand on my tongue

A lifetime ago.  If he wasn't here to cause her harm, then she supposed it hardly mattered, did it?  His question about the cliffs did pique her curiosity slightly, and it crossed her mind that he might have once been Drageda.  But the recent losses, piled on, kept her from bothering to care or examine too closely.  He also perhaps had once been Rusalkan.... or Ironsea.  Clearly he knew they had not always dwelled here.

We thought it would be safe, she responded, a little bitterly.  We were mistaken.  Perhaps informing a stranger of that was also a lapse of judgement, but she hadn't the presence to filter.  Her eye traced the cliffs, and she considered what they held.  But they are our home now, and if nowhere is safe, then at least they are beautiful.

She looked at him again, for the first time a touch of interest sparking through.  You know them, then.