Fenris feels entitled to judge, just a bit, after some 'cosplayers' accosted him and wasted his time, mistaking him for one of theirs. Instead of minding their own business.

Ah,so the man was a soldier or a mercenary. Fenris now takes a more thorough look at him, though it's just a quick glance.

"And now myself as well, as I would say I was something akin to a mercenary, back in Kirkwall. Is it a tradition in your country not to wear any armour, or are you a mage?"

Though even mages wore armour - or properly enchanted robes - if they had even a scrap of common sense.