Anders absolutely, unequivocally hated Tallis.
They were getting close to finding the wyvern, but that didn't seem to be Autumn's concern at the moment. Anders thought that their newest companion seemed to be getting antsy.
"I hope it doesn't get too late." Tallis looked at the sky. "We still have to find a good location to bait the wyvern."
"It's nice to know how anxious you are to slaughter an innocent creature," Anders snapped. "But if you think Hawke will allow a mabari to die because you're on a timetable, then you don't know her at all. We'll find that drakevein first."
Tallis gave Anders a dirty look. "Those 'innocent creatures' are responsible for poisoning that mabari, if you remember. They would overrun this countryside if the Orlesians didn't hunt them."
"So I guess you think it's fine to kill something that's not even bothering you just because it might be dangerous."
Tallis looked Anders over, from his head to his toes, and said, "Sometimes, if the situation calls for it."
Anders's blood was boiling. She wasn't talking about wyverns anymore. She was talking about mages, and they both knew it. He gripped his staff so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Tallis turned away deliberately and jogged to catch up with Hawke.
Anders glanced at Isabela, then hurried forward just in time to hear Tallis ask Autumn, "Are you married?"
Autumn looked surprised, which was something. Unfortunately, she smiled and asked, "Is that a proposal?"
"It's just...you're the Champion of Kirkwall. Big. Important. I don't know." Tallis smiled coyly. "Just wondering if there's a husband behind the throne."
"Yes," Anders found himself interrupting. "Who is behind your throne, Hawke?"
Autumn gave Anders a glance, and to his surprise, her expression was guilty. She opened her mouth to speak.
Isabela coughed.
Autumn looked away. "Let's keep moving," she said.