His brows go up slightly at the explanation. What a powerful fae would request as part of her contracts couldn't all be basic supplies. He imagines it is something he will learn with time and he can be patient.

"Solas is fine," he corrects though this man may be the first human he's run into that's attempted some sort of politeness. "My time here will pass quickly if I am busy. Does the carnival run into more than its fair share of trouble?"