I know two. ( One's a lot more pleasant than the other, and a lot less likely to betray you for an ancient carving of lyrium. ) Bartrand and Varric. I met them when they were planning their expedition to the Deep Roads.

Varric's a good friend of mine. ( One of a small few. Anders quirks a brow at him, though, wondering, ) How do you know him?

( As for the remark about the templars, he smiles a bit. ) It's kind of nice, being able to use magic without having to look over your shoulder. Though you're probably already used to that.