Alistair (who I've decided is standing on one side of Anders, thank you) twitches an elbow out to knock his arm, a friendly cursory attempt to stave off any serious self-blame. Not that he disagrees. They have Anders, they have the same uniforms as men who are apparently now in the business of conquering kingdoms, and those among the nobility who don't balk at the idea of supporting extra-national military forces have probably already pledged what they're willing to spare to the Inquisition.

Maybe if Cousland hadn't run off—

"There might be something left in the vault at Vigil's Keep," Alistair says to interrupt his own irritating thoughts. "I know Clarel didn't take everything in Montsimmard."