"I am called Solas, if you would accept an introduction," He replies, mildly, bending at the waist in the sketch of polite bow, "And I have no intention of eating here. I was only passing by."

It would be most accurate to say that he had been here first, and it had been the food cart and this stranger both who had been passing him, but it hardly matters. What's interesting now, is the stranger's appearance: at this closer distance he can see that he is an elf...and yet very unlike any elf Solas has ever seen, outside of nightmare and artistry. Most unusual.

"May I presume you to be in this place under similar circumstances to myself? A fellow..." What was the insipid little code-word these people had come up with? Ah, yes, "...Visitor?"