[Balthier's, in a word, drifting. People watching, to be more specific. He isn't really looking for anything in specific, just gauging reactions, watching the motley crew that's been assembled. All that talk about Shardbearers, plural - presumably, most of them came here the same way he did.

Well, hopefully not the same way. The sack made for a rather bumpy ride.]

Not to your liking? [He sidles his way to the man's side, back to the wall the whole time - a few steps sideways and he's there, looking at Solas out of the corner of his eye.]

If it's any consolation, the wine's not much to speak of, either. [He raises his glass and drinks what's left in it anyway, frowning as it goes down.] Too sweet, and too heavy. Impressive.