Anders exchanges glances with Nathaniel. Exhales slowly. "Not Kirkwall. You were here, Hawke, not all that long ago. A matter of months. And here again some time before that. Last time, you were a mage, and your mabari was named Dog. I thought you might think I was joking if I told you. If you recall Nathaniel, though ... he doesn't make that sort of a joke."

Padric whines softly at his master's feet, wanting freedom to frolic.