He's not sure there's anything important here. It may be a waste of time. Then again, Hawke and Jonas both had habits of rooting through everything. Sometimes it had paid off. Sometimes they'd all had to carry torn trousers in their packs so Hawke could, well, hawk them to someone who just needed the material.

It's with this thought that Anders begins a general search of the room, starting with climbing into the wagon carefully, weighing each step so that he doesn't plunge his foot through the boards.