"Depends who you ask. I'd say so, but if you try and ask a Quinari they'd try to convert you." Anders suppressed a smile and a grin as he regarded the tiny assassin. "And with aim like that I'm sure you'll be fabulous at it. If you see a female pirate walking around here by the name of Isabela, ask her for a few tips. Not quite an assassin but she mean with those daggers."

Anders was sure he'd hear about that one later.

"I'm..." The apostate hesitated. He didn't like giving out his name, but, they weren't even in Kirkwall, and he didn't see any Templars around. Well, if there were they still had to catch him. "I'm Anders." No one knew his real name, except perhaps the Hero of Ferelden. They had come to Kinloch hold around the same time. Hopefully they weren't going to tell anyone anytime soon. If they even knew were to find him. His phylactery was still out there though. Made him nervous. Any Templar who got their hands on that could track him down. And it wouldn't be pretty.