[Wow, being agreed with, that's new and different. How dare this Highstorm party achieve its purpose of opening worthwhile discussion; the monolith of blind devotion is so much easier to sneer at. Anders nods along, although not without sneaking a mumbled,] I like cats.

[Just gotta work that one in there seamlessly, good job Anders!! But it's the fragile peace that's getting to him, he's found; these two factions walking the wire between politely tolerating each other and, he assumes, something like war is— really not something he wants to be in the middle of again, especially not given how little he cares for either side right at this moment. Honestly, he was better off running from mage hunters in the woods...

And yet. After everything, every grievance he's ever had with all of Thedas, does Thedas deserve to simply be gone? Gone, without answering for everything mages have been put through? Hm.]

You're certain it's forward, then? [He shrugs and pretends to flick some dust off his awful feathers, ahem.] I've barely been here a day, but there have got to be just enough upset people and zealots to break ties sooner rather than later. This place is a powder keg. I'd love to be very far away when it goes up in smoke, but that's never really an option.

[But enough about metaphorical and possibly also literal explosions. Whew.]

Your tether— you're really sure about that? It isn't her interference?