"Then it's especially ridiculous surface shit," Sawbones says grimly definitive, "Sounds like some shit a drunk Orlesian lord would say. Pregnancy rings, for stone's sake." She has to mutter darkly about that for a moment before she finally settles. Standing primly and facing Amos seriously.

"Right. To begin with, Orzammar's got a fertility problem. It happens in places that've been hit by the Taint, but it's a problem for the Noble Castes. So they need more souls to carry on lineages, but Noble caste women aren't supposed to go around and sleeping with whoever they please. That's where Casteless women come in." She'll explain it as succinctly as she can. The concept of inherited Caste and the role of Noble Hunters seems intuitive to her, but she already knows from experience that the surface has trouble grasping it.

" 'Course it don't always work out well," she finishes with, "And mostly midwives in Orzammar won't work on a casteless pregnancy unless there's pressure from someone from the high castes. So it's one of the things a Sawbones does."