That takes her aback, and the surprise is clear on her face. "You... don't know who I am?" Not that she knows who this tiny, twitchy dwarf is either. But she is the Herald of Andraste and the new Inquisitor. "That's new." Her tone doesn't indicate any offense, just simple curiosity. "I could get to like being an unknown again."

But that still isn't an introduction, and Lavellan holds out her left hand -- palm up -- so that the dwarf can see the green, slightly glowing slash across it. "I am the Herald of Andraste, to some. But 'Inquisitor Lavellan' will do for now." She likes it better -- it's still a Chantry organization, but there is less of the connection to a religious figure that isn't her own.