Frankly, he's all for getting the hell out. Sticking around to deal with this shit seems like a horrible idea, and he'd rather get Zevran as far from this as possible.

"Here, then. While they mess around with this nonsense," Twisted Fate says, trying to brace his irritability. Really, he's had enough of this -- Crows, monstrosities, and mucking about. The faster they leave, the better.

He moves to Anders' side to assist the other elf.