A tilt of the head and a certain working of the level of his brow suggests that yes, as it happens, he is in fact from Antiva. And that moreover he doesn't find this a particularly convincing argument, all things considered. It's not as if she only just stepped directly off the Waking Sea packet onto the docks. If she had time to make her way to the Gallows, then she had time to find her way to an herbalist. But things being what they are—

Tap tap, goes the end of the cigarillo against the face of the silver plated case.

"I'll make you a deal," is a terrible thing to hear Desidério Amanza say. But they are not in Seleny, and she's Fereldan besides, and likely there is no one within four hundred miles who understands exactly how terrible it is. "Trade me a favor instead of your soggy elfroot, and you've a deal."