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Anders pulled his feathered coat more closely against his form as the ruthless wind ripped up the Wounded Coast. The cold made him hiss as he stalked down the jagged rocky path, for once apart from Hawke and the rest of his followers. The rouge had returned to The Deep Roads after some foolhardy explorers, and Anders had chosen to hang back, this time. He hated the blighted Deep Roads, and while he had accompanied Hawke the first time, there was no force in Thedas that could drag him down there mere weeks after he'd resurfaced.
But his obligations did not end with Hawke; when his clinic wasn't keeping him busy for the greater part of the day, the underground mage group he was apart of called on him for assistance. This time, a group of thugs had rounded up a small cluster of apostates, and were planning to sell them off to the highest bidder. There were whispers about one of the mages being special, using a kind of magic that no one had ever seen before. Anders didn't need the extra intensive, but it didn't hurt anything.
Finally, he located the discrete mouth of the cave. A few minutes after he'd slipped inside, Anders began to wear the whispers of the thugs. He hung back in the shadows cast by the dull light of blue glowing lichen. He was outmatched certainly, but there were also mages being held captive; he was sure he could get thier assistance if he could gleam their location...
But his obligations did not end with Hawke; when his clinic wasn't keeping him busy for the greater part of the day, the underground mage group he was apart of called on him for assistance. This time, a group of thugs had rounded up a small cluster of apostates, and were planning to sell them off to the highest bidder. There were whispers about one of the mages being special, using a kind of magic that no one had ever seen before. Anders didn't need the extra intensive, but it didn't hurt anything.
Finally, he located the discrete mouth of the cave. A few minutes after he'd slipped inside, Anders began to wear the whispers of the thugs. He hung back in the shadows cast by the dull light of blue glowing lichen. He was outmatched certainly, but there were also mages being held captive; he was sure he could get thier assistance if he could gleam their location...