Kirk eyed the stall curiously, leaning in to examine the little knick-knacks for sale as he waited for the man to come out. He glanced between him and Sam, a little unsure given the recent scene they'd walked away from, but Sam seemed to trust him, so he could too.

The touch is comforting on his shoulder, unusual even in the week he had been here. He doesn't say it, but he's grateful for it after the intensity of the earlier confrontation - makes him feel like he actually has someone on his side.

"You coming back? I think I might need an opinion on Thedas fashion sense," he joked with Sam as he followed the middle-aged man towards the back. "No offense to Ben."