Meoni pauses for a long moment as she takes in the name. Anders. He'd...blown up a chantry in Kirkwall. Killed a hundred people or so.

Their world was full of atrocities. As a mercenary, she had killed many people, but they knew what they were getting into. That had killed so many innocents, and as far as Meoni knew, the chantry didn't deserve that.

"...the Inquisition is letting you heal their soldiers and refugees?" The words are sharp, and Meoni stares him down, heat bubbling to the surface.