This young one seemed to think that he knew something about Orzammar. He wasn't sure he wanted to disappoint the lad, but the truth was that he knew precious little about the place; almost less about the ways that dwarves who weren't surface-born lived. (Which is silly, since they're almost the same thing, the dwarves and the city. Sort of.) Ky returned the young dwarf's look and grin with what was at least a friendly smile, if not altogether a knowing one. It seemed as though they were probably going to have what would most likely be somewhat less of a conversation than the young man was looking forward to.
Coming up here had been interesting. They'd encountered a pair of unconscious men lying in the hallway, and not a few moments later, the peculiar little waiter-man had poked his head out of a doorway and chatted with the templar for a moment. The voice of a lady from within the room was vaguely surprising; Kyrio hadn't thought the guy had it in him. Oh well, appearances were not what they appeared, and all that.
Settled within the room itself though, things had rapidly become less jovial. The events of the first paragraph took place, and then all of a sudden people were admitting to magery. What? He looked over at her in what was probably not very well concealed mild surprise. Really? That seemed fast. He looked at her for another moment, before looking back over to the dwarf and templar - who was sort of having his own conversation with the ranger, but was probably going to join this one shortly. ''nd I am Kyrioscath Ansradar. Zo nice to mit you both.'