"What sort of inn-" He shakes his head, adding this latest inconvenience to the list of reasons he was quickly growing to hate this place. The rest of this man's suggested sounded as though he was to go to this inn and scavenge for clothing and supplies, which was odd seeing as someone clearly put him here with purpose...and with clothing, regardless of how mundane and feeble they may be.

The pack, however, did not contain any sort of rations he'd noted. Perhaps this inn deserved a visit after all. Instead of falling to panic, though, Dorian systematically cataloged all the information this other man provided. This was a common enough way for new arrivals to appear that none were shocked. Their point of origin was some sort of underground shoot or tunnel in a bunker off-site. There was an identical village to the north, but no deposits via that fountain. Newly arrived though he was, curiosity was blooming, and he would embrace it. Curiosity was a much more comfortable emotion than panic, after all.

"The same layout, you say? In every way...?" And it then occurs to him he's yet to introduce himself, or vice versa. He clears his throat, inclining his head in greeting. "My name is Dorian, by the way. Dorian Pavus, most recently of Skyhold by way of Minrathous."