Nathaniel comes out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a dishtowel. "That's because you don't call him by his right name.

"Padric. down." The dog reluctantly obeys his master, settling himself on the floor at Anders' feet. His tail is wagging like mad, though, clearly ready to pounce if the opportunity arises.

Nathaniel looks at the man accompanying Anders, surprised to see that it's Hawke. He'd thought the man had left a few months ago. "Hawke. I thought you'd left."