He hadn't, had he? It was a delicate line: some people wanted to know more and others wanted nothing to do with the idea that they may just end up spirited off to some other place without ever seeing home again and, at the end of the day, the little details of the place they'd been before didn't matter here.

It didn't matter here either, aside from Alaric's curiosity, Anders' reminiscing, and the aim for mindless comfort of each other's company.

"Malum was a bar run by a demon named Crowley. Not your typical 'scary, bad, avoid' demon, but just another person who happened to be a demon. He was a very good boss to Hawke and a very good friend to us both. The whole place was lit in blue lighting and He had a jukebox that played all kinds of music I'd never heard before, but always at a low enough level to be ignored or listened to as you wanted. It was meant to be a comfortable and relaxing place for people to put their heads back on. Or lose them, it was a bar. He's the one who hooked me on the fruity drink I always order everywhere since he couldn't make anything I was familiar with."

Maker, he missed that place. Not the fleet, just Malum. He missed Crowley and his ridiculous tinted glasses hiding eyes that had something to do with him being a demon but Anders hadn't fully understood.

"Anyway...that's what I had in mind with the music: something to enjoy, not fight to be heard over."