[ He turns quickly when he hears Hawke, smiling. ] Ah-- forgive me my manners, Mister Hawke, today's been somethin' of a long road.

[ He grabs his bag by one of the shoulder straps and drags it across the floor, coming fairly close before noticing that the lockjaw's face was quite scarred, and that Hawke was treating it with something. ]

Has somethin' happened while I been gone today? [ He thinks not; the injury looks rather old by now, but still, he asks all the same. ]