"Only one," she confesses with a small frown. "At a bar, in Redcliffe." A thought occurs, something to test all this. If he has the Anchor it means... well she doesn't know what it means, she's no mage, but maybe it'll mean something to him.

But he's right, again, and even though she's still on edge, uncertain and mistrusting, she can at least acknowledge that. Even as she sighs in a soft huff, running her hand through her cropped hair.

"I'm afraid I don't know either," she finally says, biting her lower lip for a beat before letting go. "All they said was that we had to fight, and only one person if allowed to live. To win." Though that doesn't very much feel like a victory to her.

His confession earns another glance, another frown. "Not even a little? If we got you something like a staff could you at least hit people with it? Human or elf, that would at least slow them for a minute." Qunari or dwarf... probably not so much.