"I have no idea. It was probably definitely Varric's brother that has that info? God, I wish we had the wiki right now."

"Holy fuck, you're telling me." 

And then, a thought. "Wait. I know shittons about the Shaperate and stuff. I throw a bunch of dwarveny words in there, and Batrand's traditionalist ass will believe whatever I say. That'll be enough to convince Varric, right?"

"Yeah, probably not? Varric isn't like his brother at all."

"I guess I'm kinda relying on the fact that Varric doesn't really give a shit about dwarven stuff? And so might just take our/Bartrand's word for it. Maybe that's a reach. I don't know. Or, I guess, we can just-" she shudders. "-go down and destroy it?"

"I think that's the nuclear option..." She pauses. "Does Thedas have seers?"

Tabs frowns. "I'm vaguely remembering something about Rivaini Seers? I think you can give Isabela a Seer amulet or something as a gift?"

"So we have no idea how seers work here. Us telling them I had some sort of funky vision will probably domino into badness."

"Isabela might be on your side in that, though? She's Rivaini."

"She might also, like, instantly disprove it."

"Well, she's not a mage herself so maybe she doesn't- fuck, Anya, I don't know. I don't know!"

She drops her head onto her knees, her fingers in her hair. "I just know that shit is fucked and going to get more fucked and I want to stop it!"

Anya scoots closer and hugs her many many. "Shit is so fucked. Much fucked. Uber fucked. We do not need to solve it right this minute."

"I have cried actual tears over these not-actual-people. And now I have a chance to stop so much hurt."

"We're going to help. I promise. But for now, let's add more to our list and come back to it later."

"So you're as stumped as I am about the convincing anyone we're knowledgeable front?"

"I think we need evidence to back up anything we say. Otherwise we're going to be called out on our bullshit and killed, probably."

"There might be some way I can convince Merrill. If I- god, when I remember anything about Dalish knowledge left in the Kirkwall area, maybe. Why did I think this was going to be easy?"

"'Coz we got that Dumb Bitch Disease. It's incurable, remember."

That makes Tabs laugh. And also hit Anya. 

Anya smiles smugly and snuggles more. "Okay, so, other stuffs. Qunari. Leandra dying. I haven't actually played Dragon Age 2 in a millennia, so help me out here."

Tabs sobers at that. "Okay, Leandra dying we can fix now. We know about the trapdoor in the refinery, we can get...whatever his name is now. We- Anya! If we find Wall-Eyed Sam, we can get the Tome! We can stop the qunari now! All we need is the book, and maybe a corpse to play as Isabela- Oh my god. We can stop the main conflict of Act 2 now!"

Anya pets Tabs. "That is a Good Plan. Well, the start of a Good Plan. If I squint I can see many moving pieces that we need to poke at being we do anything. Should we... point the Guard at this trapdoor? If so, we should do it anonymously."

“Okay, I feel disgusting saying this, but we need Templars. The guy is a powerful blood mage. We can’t have any old guy going down there.”

"I'm hesitant to suggest Cullen, but..."

“I don’t trust Cullen at this stage. I say we ask Thrask, and get who he trusts.”

"Which one is he again?"