Well, I didn't think it was possible for dream Anders to hate the Templars anymore than he already did. .... Well, okay, that's not necessarily true because I've been told he does. But I don't know where they get off inflitrating the Wardens just to keep an eye on him. Why the hell are they
that invested in him? The Warden-Commander never had Templars knocking on the Wardens' door demanding her head.
But worse than that - worse than their unceasing
houding of
me him, which apparently won't even stop after he destroyed his phylactery and
joined the Grey Wardens - an order, mind you, that allows murders to join without so much as a 'how do you do' - is the fact that they made me give up Ser Pounce-A-Lot. That bastard Rolan claimed that he 'made me soft' even though Ser Pounce-A-Lot was a perfectly capable war kitty who drew blood from a Genlock with his bare claws.
I can't even begin to comprehend their obsession with making Anders' life a living hell.
... At least I still have my beloved Sir Pounce-A-Lot. I'll never ever give
him up, no matter who tells me to.