Well, he wasn't a templar (at least, strictly speaking), but she'd managed to clock him as military.

It wasn't that big of an accomplishment. A large man in armor who looked like he was taken from his mother's breast to go do sword drills? He sure wasn't going to turn out to be a weaver. Still, Lavellan nods along, trying to commit the name to memory. Perhaps not the full one, but enough. Still, she stands, nodding to him.

"Sergeant Gadriel. It's been a pleasure." She gives a dry laugh at his reaction. "I have found...most places I travel require my aid. I doubt this one is any different. But I was traveling with a companion when I was taken, and I wish to see if he made it here as well. I'd just...needed a moment." To drink, mostly, because if it turned out that Solas had ditched her here--well. She would take all the jingling in the world, if the alcohol was good enough.

"I hope that you find some of your squad, as well. Loneliness does little good to the soul."