[Play It Cagey.]

You look him over swiftly but carefully. Not only does he have muscle to spare, but he's no god. You can feel the presence of other deities* and he does not have that order, he's something else, and more importantly, he's got a big knife held in his other hand down at his side...
*(You can tell because you feel Andraste next to you, as well as several much more powerful gods in the throng along the sidewalk and the passing stone vehicles in the street...)

Andraste also whisper's in your ear: "There are three of them..." and you realize that subterfuge is the way to get out of this with your skin and clothes intact...

"Please back away, then tell me good sir: how is it that you don't sell blood to the Monster Factory which hard-by stands to raise the funds to get home?" You query...

"You're wet-behind-the-ears tourists, ain'tcha?" The man with the knife says and puts it back into its sheath. He then whistles three notes and the other two melt back into the crowd. "Since you've got nothin' I'll give you this fer free: don't trust that Monster Factory, they prey on people who get stuck at Turnpike Circle and specialize in producing BANE creatures. Those guys are bad news, you'd do well to steer clear: but since you've not a Klaive to bless yourselves with: they might be your only ticket out of here..." He laughs cruelly and then vanishes into the crowd himself, leaving you with more questions than answers...

After your near mugging you and Andraste retreat for a bit to regroup, and wind up in the doorway of a building staring out at the passing sea of gods and other beings. You take a minute to decompress and decide on your next course of action...