Sean eyes Astarion warily but he doesn't move or try to get away. He's just trying to get a read on the guy if he can. "Newfaire," he says in his accent, drawing out the word faire as a long sound that sounds harsh. "Doubt you would have heard of it if you're asking...most people from there would know a Soffit accent when they hear it."

The young man glances around taking in the paper on the ground and the dark dankness of the village. "Travesty is being nice," he snarks, "this place looks like Bleed sucked the life out of everything."