"Ah, that does seem to be the way of things for Rifters, alas. To the general public you are all quite strange and the only thing of note falling from the fade as of late had been demons. They will overcome this sentiment in time. Allow me to even the scales somewhat, yes?" For Bill an apple he'd taken from the kitchens for himself was offered, for the elf? A swept bow, an easy smile.

"Zevran Arainai, at your service. Welcome to Skyhold."