"Where were you back when I lived in Kirkwall?" Altair would have fit right in with Hawke's merry band of misfits. He wondered what sort of nickname Varric would have given him.

At the feel of fingers on his own, Anders looked down briefly, before accepting the touch, holding Altair's hand with his own. His fingers felt almost delicate beneath the gloves.

"You're probably wondering what was up with the glowing back there."