"Sam." Krem nods some; now he has two very distinct Sams to remember. The thought makes him smile just a little bit. He looks up when one of the other human men comes by with a pair of bowls, casting Sam a look then raising a brow at Krem, though he didn't say what was on his mind.

"Where are you from, Sam?" he asks as he picks a spoon out of one of the pouches around his waist, handing one to Sam in kind. "This is Thedas. Fereldan. You'll want to be careful walking here, the bandits are thick in these parts."