"Or into a cow?" Anders tacks on with the same cheeky half-smile as before. Apprentices. Best avoided for one's health. And sense of self.
Following Finn back to the mages' quarters, Anders takes the lead only once they've come to his door, showing the both of them in. There are always empty beds - the College isn't exactly as popular now as it once was. But a little hospitality is the least Anders can offer, after that blustery hike.
His rooms are the same as always - a bit of a disaster. Socks and bits and pieces of robes scattered around the bed, stacks of books covering tables and stuffed into shelves, loose pages of notes ferreted away into drawers and tomes. The only neat corner of the room is the one bearing the small shrine of Mara, which is always neatly appointed and meticulously cared for.
Stepping around the room, Anders lights a few candles before going to the hearth, and starting the careless work of building a fire there, as well.
"I'm fairly certain the room next door has been vacant for a while, now, if you'd like to help yourself to it."
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Following Finn back to the mages' quarters, Anders takes the lead only once they've come to his door, showing the both of them in. There are always empty beds - the College isn't exactly as popular now as it once was. But a little hospitality is the least Anders can offer, after that blustery hike.
His rooms are the same as always - a bit of a disaster. Socks and bits and pieces of robes scattered around the bed, stacks of books covering tables and stuffed into shelves, loose pages of notes ferreted away into drawers and tomes. The only neat corner of the room is the one bearing the small shrine of Mara, which is always neatly appointed and meticulously cared for.
Stepping around the room, Anders lights a few candles before going to the hearth, and starting the careless work of building a fire there, as well.
"I'm fairly certain the room next door has been vacant for a while, now, if you'd like to help yourself to it."