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The Herald's Rest was mostly dark and silent, except for the fire lit in the great hearth casting flickering shadows about the walls, and the blue glow emanating from a certain apostate sitting before the fire next to Marian Hawke.

Anders took a deep breath and the fade cracks receded from his skin. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers, and cradled a mostly-empty mug of some piss-quality ale in his free hand.

"Sorry," he said, yet again. "We've all but given up Justice's return to the Fade being a possibility. Really, I think he expected to die when I did. Seeing as I didn't, that leaves us both in a bit of a lurch." He looked into the flames with a frown.

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"Right. I'll...just...keep that in mind, then. For the next...what did you say, three years? it takes me to catch up to you," Anders said.

He clenched his hand around his mug at the mention of not making it back home, and looked away.

"There isn't much fucking point if we don't make it back, is there?" He muttered. "I've got two things to live for, and neither of them are in this shithole. Fuck." He drew a hand down his face, and looked bleakly into the flames, only rousing when Marian noticed the newcomer.

That's about when he noticed Varric, as well, catching the look the dwarf sent to his companion. Anders glanced at Marian, and back to Varric, and gave a small frown.

"Right. Excuse me for a moment," he said, getting to his feet and crossing the tavern towards the dwarf.

Tali shuffled her feet, before visibly shaking herself and striding forward towards Marian. She dodged out of the way of the sandy haired human in the feathery dress and then she stopped again, just before the benches, and stuck out a gloved, three-fingered hand. "Hello. My name is Tali'Zorah vas Normandy. And you are?" Her voice reverbs slightly through the helmet.