Altair was proving to be quite the travel companion, even if he still didn't know much about him. He knew that Altair came from a far away land, that he was a former slave, and that he came from a place without Templars or the Chantry. Yet he didn't know what his homeland was called, whether or not he was a mage, or even what he looked like. He could even be an unusually tiny, hornless qunari.

Not that Anders had opened up that much either. He'd told Altair that he was from Ferelden, that he'd been in a Circle and spent time in Kirkwall. He'd told Altair about his hand in the Kirkwall uprising, and even about Justice. But he hadn't gone into more personal details about his life or what he'd gone through in Amaranthine or Kirkwall.

Currently, the two were heading towards Orlais. It was dangerous there for the likes of them, but they'd picked up some promising rumors.

Anders paused when he saw smoke in the distance. "Think we should investigate?"