Immemorial || Anders & Hawke
Hightown.
Anders hadn't expected to ever come back here. If anything he avoided the place --far too close to the chantry, to the gallows, to bad memories. Without Hawke traipsing him across Kirkwall he'd had little reason to leave his clinic outside of venturing out to Sundermount to pick what herbs he could, forever running low on stock.
It was fitting then, that Hawke was the reason he'd returned. Stepping up to the bright, white washed walls of a Hightown manor, he saw the Amell family crest, red and emblazoned outside of the door, a fitting contrast to the low key, low colour finery around them. Much like Garrett himself, a rag-tag apostate with a blood streaked nose, looking out of place mingling with uppity nobles.
The thought made Anders chuckle as he raised his hand to knock, well, if anyone could pull it off it'd be Hawke. He schooled the amusement off his face, it'd been four months since they'd left to venture into the deep roads, and they'd arrived without Carver. No one had seen much of Garrett after that. Four months and here he was; still waiting, hands curled, rocking on the balls of his feet, unsure what to expect.