Highever, in contrast to its name, is in fact a major downer when it pops up in casual conversation. Anders grimaces slightly, but he has the foresight not to make it worse by revealing how he's familiar with the name Highever.

The Wardens' love of shovelling dirt on one another means Anders had known for a while how Nathaniel's father had fallen out of favor and what he'd done to leave the rest of his family all but destitute, but if the Howes and the Couslands' history remains the same in both timelines, Nathaniel Howe is... probably not the best topic to shine a spotlight on.

"There is that. Wardens seem to have an uncanny knack for being in the right place at the right time." Thinking it best to keep the conversation moving on, Anders turns toward Morrigan. His interest isn't entirely to do with wanting the distraction; her identity is a sight more fascinating now that he knows she's one of the Hero's companions. You hear stories about the Witches of the Wilds... For supposedly being a terrifying forest-dweller, she's sure easy on the eyes."

There's nothing wrong with reporting the facts! Unbeknownst to him, another appreciative smirk sneaks up and settles at the corner of his mouth until the smaller woman beside him reveals all three faces in the memory had been here at one time. "Was she? That must have been before my time."