"You've got magic, I've got a sword, and we've got each other." Tabs squeezes her hand, tight. 

Anya makes an agreeing noise.

"Probably just leave the fighting to you, right now." She heads up the stairs with Tabs. "Onward."

"Probably smart." She goes up on her toes to kiss Anya's cheek. 

She heads up behind Isabela and Merrill.

"Found her!" Isabela says to the people inside the ornate room, weirdly out of place for the rest of the Hanged Man. "She brought friends, too!"

"More people to mooch off my hospitality, wonderful," Varric says, laughing.

"New friends to leech off Varric? Excellent! Welcome," says a tall, broad-shouldered and bearded man. "We have a keg of Kirkwall's finest. Well, worst. But also it's finest."

Anya waves. "Very tempting. Hey." She introduces both herself and Tabs again. "Sorry to show up uninvited. Ish."

"All of you show up uninvited. It's like the Chantry."

"You're only allowed to bring religion into this if you make it kinky."

"Is everything about sex for you?" Aveline growls.

"No. Everything is about sex with me. Sex without me is no fun."

"I'll bet." 

Anya does not facepalm and instead heads over to the table to sit down. Next to Carver and taking up the space next to Isabela. For Tabs-blocking reasons.

"Names? Would be good," Anya attempts distraction.

Tabs pouts at Anya, but smiles at Aveline and sits next to her. 

Isabela flutters her eyelashes at Tabs.

Merrill giggles helplessly.

Varric bows. "Varric Tethras, at your service. Quite literally, as it's my money you're all spending," he says, grinning at Hawke.

"Aveline Vallen." She raises her mug to them both. "I'm in the guard. Came over with Hawke from Ferelden."

"Yeah, right, just the one," Carver mutters.

Anya smiles at Varric, nods to Aveline... and shifts a little closer to Carver. Though she doesn't really offer any other comfort. Doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Hawke would be me. Senior. Well. Hawke Senior was our father. But I guess that's me now. I have wrinkles and everything. You're new in the city?"

"Fresh off the proverbial boat. Got in today, and Merrill was kind enough to offer her room."

"We don't want to take up her space for very long. Hoping to find work soon."

Varric waves an airy hand. "Kirkwall's crawling with it. Everyone's already up Hawke's ass about their problems."

"Who is crawling up my arse?"