Alistair half-smirked. "At least that whole 'real world' thing is a little easier for me. If all this turns out to not be demons, it doesn't matter much because I'm pretty much guaranteed to be dead at this point, and-- well. Being on the run doesn't really lend itself to... romance and all."

Or at least it didn't this time. No Sereda. No entire group of people with him. Just him, hiding in caves and barns to stay away from the other Wardens.

"So now that I get it, no problem."