After a few of the strokes Purrelden settles down and starts purring, pleased. Anders runs his finger over the bridge of her nose, making her eyes crinkle closed happily.

"Your loss, really. A cat is an excellent companion. You feed them and house them and clean up after them, and in return they give you affection and company. ...And sometimes leave dead mice in your shoes as gifts." The woman gets a flash of a warmer smile. "I'd wondered if you were Avvar due to the outfit, but figured maybe I shouldn't open my mouth and be stupid. What's brought you down to Kirkwall?"