Excuse me, I killed- how many did I say last time? [anders asks a soldier nearby, who laughs and tells him 200, so anders turns with-] 300 darkspawn. It was very impressive. The drinking contest is just my humble way of reminding everyone I am indeed, human and fallible.

[he keeps with that unfortunate grin though, the one a little too relieved around the edges. he leans in to mutter conspiratorially,] Carver, if it wouldn't smush my beautiful cat I would hug you.

[disgusting. unbelievable. sinful.] So you- it's good? We're good? The party is good? [a bit of a nervous edge there, remembering ah right, there could still be very bad news, terrible news even. carver is alive but there's other people so like... he cares less if he's honest but he does care. unfortunate.]