A Knight-Commander. Maker, would he even have stood a chance had the man wanted to kill him? Scarred, smoking circle of bodies from after he'd joined with Justice notwithstanding, Anders simply isn't an expert combat mage. He's a healer. A possessed healer who has done everything wrong in his attempt to make things right.

He lets the Knight-Commander get a couple of steps away before speaking again. "Are there more?" A beat, before he quickly clarifies, "more Knight-commanders who don't seek to cage all mages in towers? Who don't view them as simply a matter of time before they go off and... I don't know, start slitting their wrists and dancing under moonlight under showers of blood magic?"

Greagoir had had not been horrible, but he'd been cold and more than ready to kill Anders after his second escape attempt. Meredith... The less said or thought about Meredith, the better. Both had been ready to see blood magic where there was none, however.