"Apart from the Qunari?"

"Insanely religious Vikings. With actual horns."

"They are very horny."

Writewritewrite.

"Why would you make me think about the Iron Bull romance." 

Tabs leans on her hands, watching, until Anya's done.

It doesn't take her long! Apparently Thedas!Anya is very good at writing and translating.

"Okay, we'll leave that somewhere to dry, and destroy the other one." 

Tabs moves the Ander-translated list to the shelf, leaving it open, not worried about Merrill knowing what it is. The other one she crumpled up, and headed back into the main room to throw it in the fire-

-and nearly runs into Merrill. 

"Oh! Tabs, I'm so sorry, I was just-" she wrings her hands. "I thought you two might be asleep, and I wasn't sure if waking you up was the right thing to do-"

"We are super awake. Don't think sleeping is in the books for a while."

"We had to use a couple of sheets of vellum, I hope that's okay? I'll buy you some more." 

Tabs slips past Merrill just enough to toss the paper in the fire place.

"That's fine, of course! I've been writing notes for- well. A project. But I haven't needed to use that much. My writing is pretty small." 

She claps her hands together. "Anyway! I'm heading out to meet the others, would you still like to come?"

"That would be great. We'd love to meet your friends."

"Ready to go now?" She smiled softly, clearly very patient.

"Yeah, yeah we're good. Lead the way!"

Merrill grabs her staff from her room, and swings it on. "All right, come with me!"

She leads the way outside, and just as she does, her eyes settle on someone. "Really? I only got lost once!"

"Four times, actually. And now you're not going to get lost at all."

!!! That voice is really familiar! Anya does Not bounce.

Tabs tries very hard not to snort. After all, she's going to be just as bouncy upon seeing Anders.

"I'm not a child, Carver."

"I'm aware, Merrill, but you've been living here a few months, and you've already managed to somehow get lost in the Viscount's gardens. You've got the opposite of a compass." 

Carver straightens at seeing the two women with Merrill, and frowns. "Who're they?"

"Hey. I'm Anya, this is Tabs. We kinda just got to Kirkwall and showed up at Merrill's door. She invited us to hang out with her friends. Which I assume includes you?"

"They showed up at your door and you just let them in?" Carver rubs his temple. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"I can make those kind of decisions myself, Carver," Merrill says, sounding irritated.

"And if they'd been Templars? What then?"

Tabs gestures to her face. "Ostensibly not."

"Okay, yeah, it does seem kinda suspicious. But I promise that we are definitely not Templars. Just travellers that came a long way and Merrill is a friend of a friend of a friend. Of Tabs' clan. Obviously."