"Sure," River replies. "Not doing much here at the moment."

Surveillance usually meant a slow day and the day had been slow as any could be. He tucks his fake wares out of the way and moves around to the front to pull down the curtain over the facade. He sees her curtsey and he would normally dismiss the need, but they are in Orlais and watchful eyes are ever present. River bows to ninety degrees in return.

"River Cartwright," He doesn't state that he's from Ferelden. The Great Game is always being played. "Please follow me, then."