Anders places the bag on the table and the blanket on the bed and pauses. "Ser Drools? Is that something's name?" He plucked Pounce off his shoulder and placed him on the blanket as Anders turned back to Hawke with one brow raised. "This Ser drools wouldn't happen to be another Mabari, would he?"

Of course he was. Hawke had expressed his love for dogs and, as was Anders' point, what drooled more than a dog? Maker, he was going to help this ridiculous man add to their ridiculously dog-infested fleet, wasn't he? Of course he was.

"Alright, Hawke. It's roughly half an hour's walk, so we might as well get going." Before he thinks to change his mind.