"It very well shouldn't surprise you. What kind of Fereldan would I be otherwise?" Pretty sure it's as close to blasphemy of Fereldan culture and identity as one could get. And a Marcher noble she now may be, but she's Fereldan through and through.

Relm gasps dramatically. "Fenris! How can you accuse me of such a thing? I in no way, shape, or form contribute to those stories." Well, to be fair, she technically doesn't. She hears about them well after Varric gets them circulating around the city. She just doesn't do much to dispel them, either. In many ways, his exaggerated tales make it easier for her to deal with the people of the city. If someone were to come up to her and recite a story that actually happened, she would find herself at a loss.