[Peter has a habit of talking without thinking, especially when he's nervous. And he still doesn't really know what to make of Thedas, Kirkwall, or this tavern in general. So turning to his nearest neighbor at the bar is all but instinct, the words leaving his mouth essentially of their own accord.

He nods and grins, glad that his abrupt ice-breaking hasn't seemingly scared this young man off.]

Right? I feel like there's probably several different rumors and secrets spreading right now. And judging from the bloodstains, I'm not going to be surprised if we see a fight, probably with knives.

[He considers a moment before holding out his hand.] I'm Peter, by the way. I'm...kind of new to town. How about you?