"Thank you, yes--" Tiffany holds her cup out gratefully, steady of hand as Yseult pours out. "And it's very kind of you to keep my secret. I am Fereldan, yes--my family's holdings are in the Ruswold. I was taken for training when I was quite young but I was allowed home often enough that I kept the accent. And the traditions. And," her mouth twists in a wry little smile, "perhaps more of the backwards country rube sensibilities than I'd like to think. I should be more discerning in who and what I take to heart."