_{[A gesture at his chin and throat in vague approximation to Fenris' markings confirm Anders is familiar with the tattoos Alistair refers to.]}

That's the one.

_{[But the tattoos hadn't featured in his and Anders' "conversation," if one could call the elf's white-hot outrage a conversation. More like a verbal assault, one Anders had taken on the chin. He sighs again, finding himself unable to look at Alistair as he admits what he'd been trying to ignore almost as long as he's been here.]}

Not just him. Rutherford, too, the templar from Kinloch Hold. I thought at first it was the usual "ahh, mage on the loose!" reaction. After Uldred, Kinloch Hold's templars were ornery, to say the least. But the elf--

_{[Anders' lips twist. It isn't easy to surprise him with hostility, but this had been different than the usual baseless accusations.]}

He said I was an abomination, that I hurt people. Innocent people.

_{[And other things, too. That he'd started a war, gotten mages killed. Been killed himself. Fenris' voice is like a steel-trap in his mind he can't shake off; the harder he struggles, the deeper it digs.]}