A dark space, lit with eerie green light. In front, four hovering pictures. Soft, instrumental music.
And two women, unconscious, in front of them.
Anya nearly wiggles in excitement at the looks being served right now. "What about you, V? You look like you could hold you own against her."
"Madam, I'm a lover, not a fighter. You've mistaken me with Bianca."
Varric grins. "That's a line I will happily reuse."
He points to a crossbow, mounted on the wall, pride of place. "My dear Bianca. My heart and soul."
"You from Merrill's clan?" Anders asks Tabs, while Anya and Varric talk.
Tabs laughs. "Got me there. But, yes. Very different. Being overlooked is not a feeling I'm used to."
Anders grimaces a little. "Yes, sorry about that. I've been told I get in my own head a lot."
"It's not difficult to surround yourself with tall people when you're an elf. Or a dwarf."
"Okay, just for that, your nickname privilege has been revoked. You use my full name only."