"House of Repose. That's... Orlais?" He's not completely certain on that. Anders hasn't really kept track of assassin groups. Maybe he should have, though. The Inquisition isn't threatening him, but that doesn't change how many people want him dead.

Taking a seat on the ground, a bit out of reach, Anders considers the man in front of him as Purrelden prances back with her prize.

"Oh. Thanks." He takes the cricket and she prances right back to hunting as he discards it off to the side. "So you're here on contract? Or taking a break?"