She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Andraste's flaming--Sorry. Okay. About six months after I killed the archdemon, I was given Arl Howe's lands. No torture chamber, luckily, I guess he only developed the taste in Denerim. Anyway, I went to Vigil's Keep, darkspawn had attacked it, caught the Wardens off guard. I cleared them out, because apparently I'm the only one in Thedas capable of killing a horde--Oh, well. This is where Anders comes in. He was there. A little fuzzy on the details, but he wanted out of the Circle, I needed Wardens." She waved her hand around vaguely.

"It worked out for everyone. Anders wasn't constantly trying to escape, he's a damn good fighter. He helped me deal with everything in Amaranthine." Now that, she was skipping over as much as possible. "And then he just. Disappeared. I came back from trying to track down another mage, and poof." She made a little motion with her hands.

"But the truth of it, Cullen, is that he's still a Warden. You can't stop being a Warden. I can feel him, just like I can feel Alistair. It's actually clearer here--There isn't as much, ah. Interference. The Wardens are even harder to get out of than the Templars--And I'm not trying to mock your ability to do so. It simply isn't done. Wardens are, until death." Pause. "Except Fiona. I wonder if she'd tell me how...?"