Anders. He did recognize the name, but not the same way most would, probably.

He'd heard the name from both sides, and even if he'd only heard bad things... He wasn't the kind of person to assume they were true.

He'd met a lot of people that he'd been told were evil, heartless, two-faced - only to find they made good friends. And Anders had gone out of his way, had risked himself, to help someone he didn't even know.

That meant more than any rumour.

"Anders. I would - I would love some tea, yes."