"All of this? I've no idea. The ale's all right. The music's decent." He's calm, watching Alayre, judging what he's seeing. "I'm not about to presume to put words in your mouth. I wouldn't even say you owe me anything for saving your life, and you can rest assured I've no intentions of telling anyone that it was your advice that made me finally choose to come to the Inquisition."

He shrugged. If this bridge was burned, then there was nothing Anders could do. He wouldn't like it, but in a way it would make his life easier if he could go back to lumping all Templars together.

"Though I'm very curious about what comes now. We had some good conversations. Do they all get discarded because of my past, when you had to have known I had one? I meant everything I said; does the source taint it?"