Amidst Anders' wandering he might spot a man by the archery range, wearing light leather armor but with the flaming Templar sword emblazoned on the chestpiece. Cade had turned for a moment to look around, his mind wandering, when he caught sight of a ghost-- or was it?-- he lowered his bow and took a step towards the mage, eyes narrowed in concentration.
If it wasn't the man who had brought ruin on Kirkwall, it was someone-- a mage-- with a similar build and profile. But Cade knew that to act rashly would mean another stint in the dungeon, and for once this meant keeping his cool. All Anders would receive was a searching look, at least for now.