Qunari tend to be pretty intimidating. There's the height, for one thing. There's also their disturbing tendency to sew mage mouths shut. The latter especially means that Anders has a habit of being a bit wary of most of them... except the ones he's starting to recognize. He wasn't sure he knew the guy's name, but this guy helped save Zevran without any disparaging comments about mages.

This means, though, that Anders has to fight amusement at the explanation of the guy's injury.

"I assume you're used to things being built to be more sturdy?" He has a faint smile on his lips that he's fighting back as he gestures for the guy to take a seat. "If it's any consolation, I've run face - first into a tree. I've little excuse for that one."


The blind panic of a thirteen- year- old actually might excuse it, but some details need to stay out for the comment to be a joke. His hands start to glow green as he takes a look at the injury.

"Does your name happen to be Taas?"