Bull moves as if to attack some unseen foe when Clark touches him, but then his eyes see Clark's and he actually focuses on them, rather than on the things he was imagining. He blinks a few times and slumps, his breathing slowing down. He leans forward, into the touch. "Who... who are you?" His voice sounds hoarse like he had been screaming. Behind them Krem walks over to check out the corpse, going through its pockets. "He's a noble from the caravan that just got in." He shoots Clark a look, he wasn't going to let Clark try to separate or isolate them. He'd seen guides do that before. Tevinter guides, but still.