There were no words to describe the utter annoyance the elf felt. He kept his back straight trying to keep any sort of reaction on his face as he walked with Anders his fingers twitching to merely kill the worker with ease.

When the entered the small cramped room, he was relieved. The doors shut and locked behind them he relaxed glaring at the mage.

"Love?" he dryly crossing his arms against his chest. He hated ships, especially the lower docks that smelt of rotten fish and vomit.

"At least we wont be disturbed" he said simply finding a old worn chair to sit on wincing as it creaked underneath his weight.