"Agreed." Agreeing to that is the easiest thing he's done in a long time. He's paging through the rest, getting what scraps of information he can - especially on the drugs. Had they packed enough lyrium potions? Because he'll be healing. He refuses to accept any possibility that they'll get there too late.

Once satisfied he's got all he can from them, Anders slips them into his belt-pouch and looks up, ready to go. "Let's hope we catch up soon."