"Yes... But then again, some Fereldens would fight over which pimple on their back was bigger, if given the chance," Savio replies with a smirk. "As for me, yes, I am one of the recruits. If you have heard about a Crow being around... That is me. If not, well..." The overdramatic elf pauses, his tone suggesting a lead up to something as he twirls a finger in circles in the air, seemingly for no reason other than effect. "..I am sure you would have eventually. People around here are eager to know who is going under the Rite of Conscription and gossip is easy to find if you have people to talk to."
As Savio speaks, the dog merely enjoys the 'proper' treatment it is due, sometimes turning enough to give her hand a little lick, as if to thank her or encourage her to her duties.
Glancing toward Ordhan, Savio hrms. "I take it you are here for the recruitment and..." He turns toward Signy with a small smile. "You are here to support your dwarven comrades as they become Grey Wardens?" It may seem odd that Savio wouldn't know much about the people he traveled with, but Savio wasn't exactly looking for much conversation for the entire trip.