He could only nod slowly as he listened to the explanation Mary had given him, and then remained silent at the dark-haired man walked up and offered his own. It was a curious tale but...no, he supposed any other questions he might have had could be answered at the Mass they were going to. He hoped, anyway.
Anders shifted his weight while he glanced around the area. Being in the presence of such royalty, even if they weren't of his world, was something that brought mild discomfort to him. Should he bow? Should he say something polite? Should he just keep quiet until he's spoken to again? In Ferelden, Alistair had a reputation of being a markedly laid back king, where his wife Anora was known for being quite proper. Given that Anders had only met Alistair twice -- both under special circumstances -- he hadn't exactly much experience in dealing with royals.
So he cleared his throat and slipped his hands into the front pockets of the loose jacket he had (the fabric of which was incredibly soft). "So this Mass is held at the church, then?"
His brows knitted slightly as he thought more about it. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, to attend a church. Even if it wasn't the Chantry, it felt...wrong. He was a murderer. He killed people. He blew up a Chantry, for Maker's sake.
"How long does Mass last?" It was too late to go back on his word -- especially when he was already standing with them, ready to go, but at the very least he could prepare himself to leave quickly.