Yes, talk to the mysterious loner.

Crono walked over to the table, slowly. Marle knew she wouldn't stop him, so she began asking the left side of the room.

Crono sat down across from the man in the cloak.

"Yes?" he asked. Crono said nothing.

"Dost thou seeketh me for something?" Crono was silent. It seemed like Glen would recognize him, but he didn't. That could've been because his hood covered his eyes, though. Crono sat and wondered what to say.

"If thou art seeking a duel, I cannot oblige you. I hath laid down my sword." Silence. "Then thou hast another reason to sit at my table?" Silence. "Why do you not speak? Art thou unable, or art thou rude?" Crono opened his mouth, but was cut off. "Or....art thou....my friend Crono? If that is so, I ask a sign as proof."