Definitely not an assassin. Not a Warden, either, as far as he can sense. Probably just a traveler looking for a dry place to spend the night.

Alistair relaxes, slightly, but doesn't lower his staff. A quick blow to the side of the head and he could toss the man out without anyone the wiser. The last thing he needs is someone running into town in a panic talking about the mage lurking in the caves out there.

But there's something -- familiar. He can't place it. Something that stays his hand and makes him clear his throat very, very pointedly instead.

(The blade at the end of his staff glints in the firelight.)