[Broadly, Anders likes to think of himself as someone keenly aware of anyone who might be watching him. Often this manifests in twitchy paranoia or its polar opposite: going ham in public, but he likes to think he is very cool and collected under pressure, after years of experience with being, in various ways, hunted and/or scrutinized.
Of course, that mostly applies to Thedas, and specifically, Kirkwall, where he's memorized all of the Guard's patrol routes and Templar posts, so while he may be hamming up the cursed nature of this book for this poor gift peddler, and flipping through the book with open amusement once they've gone, it's right back to near-startling when someone comes up to ask him a question. He snaps the book shut and fixes Liem with a look like he's caught Anders doing something he shouldn't— which is "being unawares," in this case.
For the briefest iota of a second, he misses Kirkwall. Where did this guy come from.]
Nothing really, unless you know something I don't.
[--But he's recovered from that little moment! And he opens the book to some page in the middle and holds it up for Liem to observe what appears to be toddler scribbling. Very cultish. Very cursed.
He flips a page. More scribbles. A drawing that someone might try to pass off as a cult symbol of some kind is definitely just a child's broad interpretation of a dog. It goes on.]
Ideas? Or do I look that much like a slack-jawed idiot? If someone tries to trick me again, my feelings might be hurt.
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Of course, that mostly applies to Thedas, and specifically, Kirkwall, where he's memorized all of the Guard's patrol routes and Templar posts, so while he may be hamming up the cursed nature of this book for this poor gift peddler, and flipping through the book with open amusement once they've gone, it's right back to near-startling when someone comes up to ask him a question. He snaps the book shut and fixes Liem with a look like he's caught Anders doing something he shouldn't— which is "being unawares," in this case.
For the briefest iota of a second, he misses Kirkwall. Where did this guy come from.]
Nothing really, unless you know something I don't.
[--But he's recovered from that little moment! And he opens the book to some page in the middle and holds it up for Liem to observe what appears to be toddler scribbling. Very cultish. Very cursed.
He flips a page. More scribbles. A drawing that someone might try to pass off as a cult symbol of some kind is definitely just a child's broad interpretation of a dog. It goes on.]
Ideas? Or do I look that much like a slack-jawed idiot? If someone tries to trick me again, my feelings might be hurt.