Alistair's leaning against the tavern, arms folded as he engages in some idle people-watching. His gaze lands on Cullen; he brightens, immediately straightening up.

The outfit Josephine inflicted on him isn't too hideous: no frills, only a little bit of overly-ornate stitching at the edges. While it'd mark him as Fereldan to any Orlesian nobility, it's more of a polite cough and a gesture in that direction rather than YES, HELLO, I AM A DOG LORD, FIGHT ME yelled at top volume.

"You survived?"