“Was it an elf by any chance?” he asked, a smile on his face. “There seems to be a lot of us from Thedas here.” Anders missed Thedas. He may not have missed being hated, being on the run, being persecuted for simply living, but he had started something and he had always intended to watch it through to the finish.

He missed his friends more than anything.

The man cocked his head to the side, watching Luke with concern and curiosity. “What sort of world do you come from?”