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Varric sighs and pointedly doesn't look at Lavellan. Or Cassandra. Who he told, not too long ago, that Anders was dead. The Seeker starts to say something angrily, but the Inquisitor's raised hand silences her.

"Well met, Anders. I am Salinan Lavellan," she says politely, lowering her staff. It's a clear gesture of peace.

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Anders stays where he is for a moment, still suspicious, before gradually lowering his staff as well and relaxing his stance. He's still tense, and if anyone makes a sudden movement he'll go back on the defensive. Not without reason; he's just had a jar of bees thrown at him, and who does that?

Varric, obviously. Thank the Maker he didn't do that in the old days, or he'd have been treating all of them for stings on a regular basis.

"Are you really sure it's well met, Inquisitor?" He glances at Varric, then the obviously still angry Seeker, before meeting Lavellan's eyes again. She seems courteous, seems to actually mean it, though he can't figure out why the Herald of Andraste would be glad to meet a man who single-handedly destroyed a Chantry. "I don't think there are many who'd agree with that."

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"Most shemlen don't share my... enthusiasm for reform." Her eyes gleam a little, light catching on her staff and vallaslin. Lavellan has many reasons to forgive the destruction of one extremely corrupt chantry. "Besides, anyone who can make Varric angry enough to throw bees must be truly extraordinary. I haven't known him long, but I know a break in pattern when I see one."

Her eyes are dancing. This is meant more as a tease at Varric for losing his cool so spectacularly, than any actual jab at Anders. Varric kicks the dirt restlessly, not appreciating the mockery but recognizing that he deserves it.

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Anders can't help it; he chuckles, caught off guard by her candor and teasing, even more than by the sight of Varric kicking at the dirt like a petulant child. That's impressive. The dwarf must really respect her. "Yes, well, I have a certain knack for disruption," he says dryly, relaxing further. "It's not one most people appreciate, though it probably shouldn't surprise me the Herald of Andraste is different."

There's the slightest stress on the title, mostly an acknowledgement that whatever he expected the Herald of Andraste to be, she isn't it, a fact she'll probably appreciate.

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Varric lets the two talk it out. Meanwhile, the Seeker stares daggers at him, probably for telling her that Anders was dead, and Solas edges a bit closer to the mage out of curiosity.

Lavellan gives a tinkling laugh at the title. "Herald of Andraste? Why am I not surprised that even reclusive fugitives from the law in the wilderness know about that?" Her staff returns to her back and she moves a bit closer. "Disruption might be a mild word for it. I'm told I ruined a lot of plans by falling out of the sky and being an elf. Personally, I think the human Chantry's plans need more ruining."

The Herald extends a hand in greeting, to shake, but doesn't move closer- no, she leaves it to Anders to close the gap. "Can I shake your hand, Anders?"

Behind her, Cassandra's disapproval practically radiates off of her. Solas seems amused and bemused both, and Varric just sort of... staring. Leave it to her to fangirl over the possessed terrorist.

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Anders stares at the outstretched hand in amazement. He's shaken hands. He hasn't been living as a complete recluse, just an anonymous one. But it's years since anyone asked to shake his hand or treated him in such a friendly way who actually knew who he was and what he'd done.

But he still doesn't move forward, looks warily over her shoulder. Mostly at Cassandra. "Nothing personal, Inquisitor, but I don't think your companions share your opinion on that."

He hasn't forgotten that this meeting began with bees being thrown at him, after all. And he has no desire to be caught in a headlock and hauled off to prison or execution.

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She frowns, looking more than a little confused. "Opinion on what?"

The Inquisitor glances over her shoulder at her companions, then back at the mage. There's something she's missing here, but blast if she can figure out what exactly it is.

"This..." For lack of any clue, she looks at her own hand. "It's a human greeting, isn't it?"

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Anders' eyebrow is about to rise clear off his head. She's serious, he's sure, and he's on the verge of breaking out laughing, though maybe that's nerves as much as amusement...there's no question that the Herald of Andraste is absolutely nothing like what he--or anyone--expected. "I meant, that I think your companions are a lot more of the throw him in prison and let him rot or kill him with bees frame of mind--" He glances briefly at Varric. "--than the shake his hand and bid him welcome frame of mind, Herald. And I think they and I would all be happier if we knew what you intend to do about me sooner rather than later."