[ ...Honestly, this is getting less fun, the more earnestly Alistair believes him. Anders can't help rolling his eyes behind the other man's back, as he lets him hurry up and take the lead. ]

Of course. When we find a deepstalker wearing pants, it's all yours.

[ Because that's definitely what he's picturing, now. (At least that's kind of funny, though.)

Anders strolls up beside Alistair, apparently unhurried, as he comes to a stop. He peers over his shoulder, trying to get a look at his notes, if only for something to do. Though at his question, he doesn't hesitate. ]

That's easy. We go left. [ Anders waves a hand, summoning a wisp in a bloom of uneasy green light as he steps toward the slightly more rubble-strewn fork in the tunnel. ] When faced with an impossible choice, never do the right thing!