The curtsy makes him chuckle, but he doesn't make any judgments; instead, he observes her, more curious than anything else. Making her feel embarrassed isn't his intent right at this moment.

"I can't really imagine what that must be like, taken from what you know and placed somewhere far off." The rifters have his sympathies. "I may have to ask what your world is like sometime. You're all wonderfully unique."

Twisted Fate snorts. "You haven't met most of the Dalish. Traditionally, Dalish elves don't wear footwear. I don't really see eye-to-eye with that and really enjoy my boots, personally."

A hand is held out. "I go by Twisted Fate. Bit of a mage, bit of a rogue, but always an entertainer."