Sand is turning to glass, and Anders has worked the arrow out by the time the last of the smugglers is staggering down to the ground. He stems the bleeding for good with some satisfaction, looking around quickly.

"Is anyone else hurt? If not, we need to get on one of the boats and go back up Zevran and Pel." He hadn't seen anyone else get wounded, but battle is chaos. There's not always time to see everything that happens.