"It's pronounced Anders, actually," he corrected with the ease of someone used to parrying insults aimed at him. The grin dimmed, but didn't disappear entirely. "But close. You got a few of the vowels right if we're being generous." The thing was, usually Anders had an idea of where he was in general relation to Ferelden when people were mocking him. His growing confusion left little room to be put off by her surliness.

No matter where he looked, he didn't recognize a single feature of the landscape that he could pin down to the Amaranthine region. Not the species of trees in the forest. Not the gentle rolling hills. Not the unseasonable weather. And she wasn't providing any clues, unintentional or otherwise--he wouldn't have been able to place her style of dress if someone paid him.

The slang and unintelligible accusations of wrongdoing pouring out of her weren't helping to clear matters up. He squinted at the small metallic object she put on display.

If she wanted an answer, she'd have to start by explaining what that thing was. A phone? What was a phone?

"Point me in their direction and I'd be happy to ask for you--maybe more nicely than that." He spread his hands helplessly. Take pity on a lost traveller? "I have my hands full figuring out where I am today. I can tell you one thing for sure: I wasn't here last night. Or any other night. I haven't been here before today."