Fenris paused as he gazed upon the man who knew his name. He didn't know him immediately, likely do the foreign clothes and the different style of hair. However, the more he examined that face he came to the realization of who this was.

"Knight-Captain," he greeted, briefly raising his fist to his chest with a slight bow of respect. A Templar, at the very least, deserved that. It was strange, he did not look quite so... drained as he did when Fenris had first seen him. Less haggard, not as much red around the eyes, in some ways he appeared more... mature?

"It seems as though I am not the only one from Kirkwall here." He approached him so that they did not have to speak to loudly in order to hear each other. While Fenris was slow to trust, at the very least Templars were high on his list of those he did not have to be too wary of.