"Anya!?" Yells a voice from a close by house.

Anya does not actually move. "Mind if my friend comes over and - we talk this through?"

"Oi! Stay out of this! She interfered with our honest dealings!"

"Oh, I'm very familiar with that excuse, and it's never true."

"I dunno, Bela. How exactly someone defines honesty is a matter of opinion. Varric always tells me that. Must mean something."

"Darling," Isabela purrs. "Varric tells you those things because he knows you'll never listen."

"Ser, that's Hawke," one mercenary says to the leader confronting Anya. 

A shiver passes through the group.

"Can the knife please be removed from my throat?"

"That is my name. Thank you for remembering it for me. I almost forgot."

"You tell your friend to back off from our turf, we let them go!" 

The dwarf holding Anya tightens their grip, and the knife digs harder into her throat.

Carver is at the bottom of the stairs, one hand on his sword, snarling at the dwarves holding Anya.

"Yes. I have learnt my lesson about calling out shitty con artists. I'll not do it again."

"You'll do better not to be so-" 

The dwarf's words are cut off as a knife pierces him between the eyes, blood splattering onto Anya. 

He tilts backwards, eyes dead.

"Bullseye," Isabela growls, proudly, before leaping onto the next.

Anya can feel magic rising to the surface. A surge of electricity arcs out and shocks the next closest dwarf. It doesn't kill him, but it does send him into a fit.

She scrambles back in shock and fear and gets the fuck out of the way of the onslaught.

The smell of old earth, rotting bones and something dark comes from Hawke. Two of the carta members near Anya clutch their heads and start screaming. He then sends an invisible force at a few of the others, punching them through the air, breaking skin with the weight of it.

Carver, for all he says about being in his brother's shadow, is used to the way his magic works, and so is easily able to lend his sword where necessary, and easily dodge out of the way of Garrett's more forceful spells. 

"You really have to terrify the fuckers before I kill them!?" He still takes time to grumble at Garrett, though.

"If only I could make them dance!"

"I think that's my speciality, Hawke!"

The last dwarf goes down, eyes still wide with horror.

Hawke pulls in his magic and smiles at Bela fondly. "That among many, my queen."

...she's just gonna stay hidden, thanks.

Carver looks around, not seeing Anya. "Garrett! Did we get them all!?"

"Not a dwarf in sight. Well, apart from Ken over there. Plus all the dead ones."

He waves at Ken the Dwarf, who is poking his head out from behind his curtained window.

"One of them's dragged her off, I don't see her-" 

Carver walks away from Anya's hiding place, looking frantic.