"I see. Maybe I can't help you, then," Siorus says.

He's new; he's disoriented by the high walls and the rubble; he doesn't have the faintest idea where anything belongs. But he hops down anyway, landing with as much grace as could ever be fairly expected of a man his size, and approaches to have a look at the sacks anyway.

There's no fear in the look he gives the fellow's horns. Curiosity, though, definitely. He's never seen a Qunari before.

"What's in them?"