"Find something?" Blackwall kept his distance in spite of his curiosity. The assassin really only had his word and the armor he wore that said he was truly a Grey Warden and nod a bandit. Likewise, Blackwall was in a similar position. Their loose alliance was just that. Years of being on the road had made the Warden overly cautious and suspicious.

He watched him pick up the crate, focus moving back to the conversation. "Lovely men and gorgeous women? How can you tell under those masks and all that frilly fabric?" He joked, though the easy answer there was 'take it off'.