Templars don't retire, that's for certain. Her suspicions are only confirmed when he mentions Rylock. She rubs her forehead in frustration. "Yes, because trying to kill the Grey Wardens is a fantastic idea. I would have told them that, too, and where Rolan could shove his foot." Elissa wishes she had ale in front of her instead of tea; at least she could wolf it down in her anger without looking like a complete fool.

She scowls at nothing, not at him, and for the umpteenth time since they'd last spoken, she wishes she had been there. She wishes she had been at his side.

There's so little she can say. "I'm sorry, Anders."