He's humanoid though he'd be offended if called such. He's an elf, ancient and powerful in magic. Although his fortunes would be brighter in that regard once he finished his contract here. A year and a day then he would have what he needed.

At the name, Solas raises a brow. It's stranger than anything he's heard before and he's met many dwarves in his time. Simple, at least. He wouldn't forget it. The exchange offered has him shaking his head, as if he would give that information up so easily.

"What purpose would it serve you to know?" he asks, watching the man carefully.