While normally the elf would be loathe to announce his profession, considering the environment, he knows all too well that if he won't tell, one of his 'fellow Wardens' would. Or Alistair, who seems wary of the man despite recruiting him. A soft sigh is given as he explains, "Antivan Crow. Dealers of death, though usually with more grace and style than those like our Templar friends."
Pushing off the wall, Savio considers the offer of storytelling. "Hrm... It is rare that I give gifts. ~But~, perhaps we could consider a trade. You tell me the sort of story you'd like, and if I have one in stock, we can talk price."