[Alistair snorts and shakes his head.] I'm complaining. I don't know what to do with myself without something trying to kill me at least once every couple of days.

[Being kept busy certainly isn't a bad thing. Alistair's buffing of the blade in his hands becoming increasingly energetic as he bites back any number of further responses. He's pretty sure Anders didn't come to discuss the question of who would make a good Warden-Commander of Ferelden. Although it might be easier if he had.

Before he can ask just how terrible Anders is talking the other man seemingly decides to change the topic and brings up one of their newly arrived fellows. He remembers the elf in question - Fenris - who had seemed alright when they spoke. He'd given Alistair a thing or two to think about but certainly nothing awful had come up. But they hadn't spoken about everyone else from Thedas.]

The one with the tattoos? We spoke. [He has a feeling he can see where this is going and it's not a destination he likes. Setting aside his sword and rag, Alistair leans forward, studying Anders intently. He can't hide the worry making itself known as he asks-] What did he say to you?

[Obviously nothing good. Even if Anders had acted like Fenris had been happy to see him, given the direction the conversation has taken? He's not completely stupid. The only question is how bad it is.]