Figured that out, did you. Though I'm flattered to think the very sight of me fills you with sunshine and joy, so much so you can't contain it.

_{[Anders drops his arms back to his sides, trying to assemble his thoughts into some semblance of order in contrast to the blithe exterior he projects. A case of someone mistaking his identity would be nothing to think twice about back home, but in this place a person can't be too sure...]}

Well, Lothering explains the refugee part well enough--I'd heard the darkspawn overran it--but sorry to say, I haven't been to the Free Marches. Whoever you met in Kirkwall, it wasn't me.

_{[It's his turn to burst a bubble, he supposes. Kirkwall is on his to-do list, but it hasn't happened yet.]}