There was clearly no point in trying to remain hidden, as the strongly projected voice came out of the area somewhere off to his side, accented and clearly brooking no arguments. Raelias stood, slowly, looking over towards the voice as he determined specifically what course of action he should be taking. The particular accent used by the man game him a certain cause for pause - Antivans were not unknown to those in Orlais any more than they were unknown to those in Ferelden.
'Je m'appele Raelias,' he began, answering most of the first two questions with a single phrase, and slowly turning to look at the hooded character. In truth, there wasn't a whole lot to see. Raelias' own cloak was not drawn over his face, though the hood was bunched on the back of his neck, and while he preferred the relative concealment it offered, he supposed at this point that he would have had to pull it back anyhow. He kept his hands where they could be seen, and did not advance towards the other man, but did continue replying.
'I am not accustomed to seeing such a.. Large group of travellers crossing s'rou ze Bannorn.. You are 'eading somevere? You do not seem to be zat vell acquainted.' His curiosity seemed, at least to him, fairly well placed.