Adalia is making the rounds of people in the caravan she wants to talk to, and the one man who rides alone, walks alone, eats alone, is top of the list. She's noticed the scowls some send his way, and her heart immediately fills with a fierce protectiveness — this, she thinks, is familiar in a more personal way than anything else in thedas has been. She knows the look of a person holding themself apart from a group for their own protection, knows what it is to be reviled in a party you must cleave to for reasons beyond your control. He is alone because he must be, not because he particularly wishes it.

...it's possible she's projecting. Probable, even. Still, Adalia has a particularly determined and cheerful set to her expression when she approaches the man and plops down on the ground near him, clearly settling in for a long conversation.

"I'm Adalia, pleasure to meet you," she says pleasantly, leaning forward to prop her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands. "Three things you think a Rifter needs to know, and three things you want someone to know about you specifically, go."

An expectant stare as she waits for his answer — although her eyes keep darting to Primrose, who is AMAZING and will get her due attention as soon as Adalia is satisfied with his answers, oh yes she will.