"Vishante kaffas!" he spat out, his whole self tense with the knowledge that Anders had been hidden, here, with him close by. How many time had he passed that abomination without him knowing? He had turned away from Norrington, fighting for control once again as he tried to work out the logistics of chasing down Anders and the Warden party, even if he did respect some of those Wardens.

"Stupid policy that the Inquisition has." Roasting him over a pit of fire sounded like a fine solution to everyone's problems.