Anders felt like he had been running for years. First from the Templars, then from the Wardens, and now from darkspawn.
Funny how things almost came full circle.
He hadn't meant to stray so far from his companion, but the whispers in his head told him she wasn't too far. At least if something went wrong she would know. Well, he hoped she would. Not that Anders couldn't defend himself.
He was lost in thought, prowling the edges of the horde, his mind stretched out to allow for the foul creatures in their horde. His commander had asked (ordered really) him to scout the darkspawn, and he was deep in his task, concentrating on keeping his sanity while the thoughts of the monsters slipped through his mind like shards of glass.