wyvearn
Masked strangers were not at all uncommon where he was from. In this present location, however... just as Fenris stuck out for his long ears and tattoos, this person too could not seem to hide as well as he may have liked. Try as the other might, the elf zeroed in on his appearance -- that of a warrior, a suit armor similar to what he was used to in the way it curved and pointed. It almost looked like what... well. A distant memory. One that compelled him to speak, of all things.
Hawke just had that effect on people. A truth he could not help but follow, as well.
“... ...Are you some kind of warrior?” Calm was his voice, questioning with nothing more than curiosity -- something he had rarely indulged in the past. It was never his place to speak, not as a slave... in this situation, he could. Foreign.
“You resemble those I am familiar with, is all.”