Anders was enjoying some meat on a stick and just enjoying the freedom that walking around this place gave him. It was weird, enjoyable, but odd. Something he wasn't used to. For instance, not a single person had come up and tried mug him, slit his throat, or turn him over to Templars. There were the usual mix of dirty looks and distrust, but that was expected.

What was completely unexpected was a Qunari poking around the stalls. It was true. He was hard to miss. Anders realized he'd actually never interacted with any Qunari before, especially one mingling with humans so easily.

Part of him wondered if he was going to sew Anders lips shut.

"Um. Hello." Anders said awkardly since it was a better opening than 'are you planning on cutting my tongue out and sewing my lips shut?'