Henri's there as well, a tankard already in hand.

Merrill's holding a tankard the same size, but in her tiny hand it looks far bigger. She's sitting up close to Henri, giggling at some absolutely terrible joke Isabela is making. 

"Hi all!!" Anders greets. "This is my daughter, Ilska."

Ilska waves, a little nervously.

Henri smiles and waves his free arm expansively at the table. "Glad you could join us. Sit. Sit! We'll be starting shortly!"

"I'm gonna go grab us some drinks," Raeli says, and skips off to do that.

"I would kill or possibly commit matrimony for a brandy!" Isabela calls at her retreating back.

"Now, now, Rivaini, let's not making promises we can't keep."

Fenris glowers at Anders.

Anders glowers right back, but makes sure Ilska is sitting comfortably first. 

"Now, Blondie, daughter? That's a story if I ever heard one."

"One daughter and one child, actually."

"Ooooooh, you got into that weird magic with your Circle friend, huh?"

Fenris, somehow, glowers harder.

Ilska bares her teeth in something that is a bit too vicious. "What? Nobody heard of adoption?"

Varric waves a hand. "That's too mundane and normal to be our Blondie's story."

"Then allow me to spice it up." 

Anders leans in close to Varric, adopting a serious face. "I was walking, alone, through the forest bordering the Storm Coast, when I heard someone in pain, and someone else trying to soothe them."

"Ilska! Ilska was the one in pain?"

"Guilty," Ilska says with a careless shrug. "It wasn't that bad."

"And how long had you been injured for, again?"

She laughs, a little nervously. "Long enough, I suppose."

"That's my girl, only admitting she's injured under duress." Anders hugs her close. 

"And how often has she been under duress because of your actions, mage?"

"Broody, you promised no light shows at the table."

Merrill tucks herself closer into Henri's side.