"Oh, I think I have eaten that before in Ferelden!" He chuckled a little and nodded. "Yes, there is a bar - called pubs here - that has food that I do not find entirely revolting. We can have a pint and some fish and chips." He smiled and put his hands in his pockets.
He had his own blades on him, just to be safe, and he watched the way his comrade moved. "Even if you had not told me your occupation, I would have guessed."