A place that doesn't lack for healers that isn't a Circle is a rarity. Anders wonders if the people have noticed, if they care that their chances of not dying from the most basic of injuries and illness have gone up. Probably not. They're probably all busy hiding away from mages and fearing them still. What the Templars have done is unforgivable... but not insurmountable.

Anders glances back at the tents as if he can figure out who the quartermaster is. He can't. It could be anyone there, or they might not even be among the people.

"I've not, yet. I've only just arrived and I'm starting to get my bearings." Looking back at the man in front of him, he realizes the guy's likely busy. There's no other reason to be holding something a little out of someone else's line of sight when Anders knows he hasn't been made, yet. The second he has, there will be Templars everywhere. But until then...

"Am I interrupting you? I can ask someone else, I'm certain."