"...I don't know," Anders confesses. "It became a war. Mages and Templars all across the continent. I died before it ended. I was on the run. The government of my country picked a town called Redcliffe as a place we could shelter, but not everyone there was happy about it. Especially after the Templars pursued the mages there. I laid low, but it wasn't enough. When a bunch of disenfranchised refugees and bitter townsfolk found out the mage who started the war was in Redcliffe---"

Anders shrugs helplessly.

"Let's just say they decided hanging was too good for me."