[Dorian, true to his word, is waiting outside the library. His stomach is growling. In hindsight, a bagel isn't really a substitute for a proper lunch and probably wouldn't have been enough to state him, but... principles, principles. He's tapping his foot impatiently when Stannis arrives.]

Now, I don't know if Valyria is a poor spelling of Val Royeaux, but I am still going to say no. You'll find that my accent is the stuff they write psalms about, not something that'd make you want to plug your ears and perish within a few minutes.

[Maker, they are such different people. He does a once over.]

Either you're Ferelden, or you're from another world entirely.