One of those interesting people is standing shadily on a street corner and looking at nearby elves. One of his hands is in his pocket. He's unusually dark for someone in Ferelden. Unusually human, too, though he's hunched over so that it's not immediately obvious. And he's muttering to himself, which is a sure way to make people not want to look at someone.
The things he's muttering to himself aren't the ravings of a madman, though. "Not her, I'm sure she'd just rupture... couldn't get him... promising. Excuse me, young man?" he quavers in the voice of an old beggar. "Spare a silver?"
"Oh. Yeah," he says. "Now that you mention it, I am hungrier than usual."
"Shoes, shirt, food, sword," says Tev. "Sounds like a plan to me."
"Dareth shiral, lethallin." Valendrian turns to Tev. "I will mourn the deaths of our kinsmen, but you honor them by using the power you have been given to protect our world from the Blight. I am proud of you, Sentevlan. Dareth shiral, lenaan. May the Maker watch over you."
"Thank you, Elder Valendrian," says Tev.
Duncan leads him into Market Square, and brings him into a store advertising
vanilla scent "the finest selection of clothing this side of Orlais". In a whirl of measuring tape and cotton, Tev is provided with five travel-appropriate outfits that actually fit him, and two pairs of very sturdy (and moderately fashionable) boots. And fifteen pairs of socks. "It's in the mountains, extra socks are a good idea."
"Thank you," he says, very sincerely.
"Don't think so."
"Food wonders are good. Let's have the food wonders."
He opens his mouth and becomes very definably Orlesian. "Do you 'ave resehvasions?"
"I have a standing reservation, because the owner of this establishment owes me his life."
The definably Orlesian maitre d' looks slightly agog. "I may 'ave to consult ze owner."
...This is a nice enough restaurant to make Tev slightly uncomfortable! Also he keeps almost hitting his head on things. Like that sign.
'Enormous elf'. Okay. He is pretty enormous, it's true. Smiling sheepishly, he follows them in.
"Uh... it's not a very good story," he says.
"From a... room full of very unhappy bears," he says. "It helped. With the bears. So I kept it."
The food is kind of amazing. Hell, if nobody else wants them, he will even try the snails. They are not the highlight of the occasion, but he's eaten worse things.