Gavin looked up at the voice, pausing in his petting which apparently the dog didn't appreciate, as it then shoved its muzzle rather forcefully into his stomach, making him grunt and then chuckle. The only weapon he had on him was his knife - meant more for eating than for stabbing. His bow would get far too much in the way, carrying it around.

"Zevran told me I could find him here," He replied, though it was at least pretty obvious that this was the man in question, since he was picking hay out of his hair, and was the only one in the barn. Oh, and the dogs. "I - ah - I brought him some cheese."

Always come with a gift.

It was a Dalish thing.