[He's working to keep his head down as best he can. He can feel the glares on his back, though, and hear snatches of conversation about 'the abomination,' and he feels sick. It's one thing to know, abstractly, that people hate you. It's another to deal with it directly.
The gardens seem... maybe not the safest place, but at least out of sight. Anders ducks in and walks toward a more secluded bench only to almost walk into a mage he's met before. Pel, his memory provides.]
Sorry.
[Anders drops his gaze as quickly as he's met her eyes and glances around, trying to see if there's anywhere else he can go that won't disrupt someone.]
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The gardens seem... maybe not the safest place, but at least out of sight. Anders ducks in and walks toward a more secluded bench only to almost walk into a mage he's met before. Pel, his memory provides.]
Sorry.
[Anders drops his gaze as quickly as he's met her eyes and glances around, trying to see if there's anywhere else he can go that won't disrupt someone.]