That is what they say. Most would blame it on the magic of the mansion itself.

[ And its queen, or... duchess, or whoever exactly it was. ]

Trouble? ... Ah. [ That. She admits a small, if grim smile. ] It seems it has. I could only call myself 'the Warden,' which I loathe, and... which reminds me that we haven't been properly introduced.

[ Their meeting has been a little... muddled, after all, but she isn't beyond manners, particularly if his attack had been a fault of Wonderland's strange magic. ]

I am Robyn Cousland, of the Grey Wardens. [ And he is someone who'll know what that means, which is rare. ] The mabari is mine; his name is Oren.