If this isn’t Anders’ outfit in DA3 then I don’t even know what the point is.
i did a thing
It’s Orlais. They stop for a while on the outskirts, and even there, far from Val Royeaux and the fashion capital of Thedas, Hawke senses they’re outclassed, at least in terms of couture.
‘I got you a thing, Anders,’ Hawke says.
‘A thing,’ Anders replies.
The last things, admittedly, in order of most to least dangerous, were: more Sela Petrae, for old times’ sake; a dragon’s eyeball, very shiny; special pair of torn trousers, once belonging to Maferath apparently, and haunted by no fewer than six opportunistic spirits; empty bottle (it was not, it turns out, so empty after all); shiny ring (of ancient power; Anders kept disappearing when putting it on); funny colored leaf (also haunted, who knew); shiny pebble (also, somehow, a dragon’s eyeball, now what are the odds?); and a box of yummy smelling incense (not incense).
‘A thing with feathers,’ Hawke says.
Anders capitulates.
‘I look like the back end of a phoenix,’ Anders says.
Queer Fortress 