The reluctance to go into the city itself earns Anders a quizzical look, bordering on suspicion, but Balthier keeps his questions to himself. He's just lucky he isn't having to walk back at this point.

"I've no qualms with that," He says nonchalantly and starts trudging up the hill through the deep snow beside the man, "Do you live out here? Along one of these lakes?"

He wouldn't be surprised to find out that there were small huddles of farming settlements around, but beside Redcliffe, the closes town he could think of was Lothering. Or maybe the man was here for the Inquisition, so like so many others.