Krem was taking a moment to parse all of that. None of it is familiar to him, and it shows on his face. Maybe Sam came from somewhere else in the world that hadn't been charted here in Thedas? Or he had fallen through a rift. Stranger things had happened in recent days.

"Sorry, can't say I do follow you," he replies with a shrug, sticking his spoon in his mouth and letting it hang there. He leans forward with his elbow on his knee, looking Sam over with a thoughtful frown. "Accent sounds local, but that doesn't mean much. You're not a dwarf, not furry enough, ears are shaped wrong for some sort of elf... y'look human enough to me, 'sides being about a foot and a half too short. You from out past the Expanse maybe?" Really he just sounds like he's puzzling it out for himself, rather than directly asking Sam all of these questions.