As the ferryman guides the dinghy towards a vacant pier in the harbour, Octavius gives himself a hasty patting down just to be sure that nothing has happened to the rest of his meagre belongings. Fortunately, everything else appears to be in order, other than his miserably empty coin purse.

"I don't blame them, really," he ends up distractedly agreeing with Byerly after his observation about the general disposition of, well, everyone towards anyone from the Tevinter Imperium. He's gingerly getting to his feet, like a yearling trying to wobble across an icy surface--it's been quite a while since he last had cause to travel anywhere by boat--when Byerly makes his unbelievably generous (to Octavius, anyway) offer. Then he has to catch himself against the side of the dinghy so he doesn't lose his balance and topple overboard.

"That's--that's very kind of you--" Abruptly his eyes widen, and he blurts out, "Kaffas, ser, I don't even know your name."