....the impulse to steal the bear does not go away.

"You're so cute. Can I pet?"

Tiny bear stares suspiciously at Anya, but doesn't growl. Promising?

She kneels and holds out her hand. Slowly and carefully.

Tiny bear sniffs, hesitates, and then Anya can feel a huff of hot breath on her fingers.

"...I bet the tiny fennec would've loved me."

Eeeee! She gives it a light pet on it's head.

"You are very cute and foxes are very you. Bears are my favourite though."

Bear doesn't purr, but it does look mildly satisfied by pats. If a little confused.

"Foxes are my people." 

"You're the best bear of all the bears. I would scoop you but I probably shouldn't piss off the proprietor more than I already have. Can I come visit?"

Bear huffs onto her hand, and ambles off.

Adorable. "I'm gonna take that as a yes because I'm bias." She stands and takes Tabs' hand. "Off we go?"

She squeezes Anya's hand, and bounces. "Yes! I'm even forming a plan! Or at least the outlines of one." 

She opens the door and steps through.

It seems to be an ordinary stairwell, though from above, they can hear the sound of a bustling market, and below, the gentle lapping of waves.

"Girl With A Plan. Hot." She takes everything in. "Where to now? Assuming you know where we are."

"I-" There is a strange noise from behind them, and when Tabs turns to look, the door to the Emporium was gone. "Aw, no. Tiny bear."

Anya pouts. "My life is spiralling downwards."

"Okay, depression about tiny animals aside, if we're hearing a market upstairs and water below, I think we're in Lowtown, or the Docks. Either way, let's head up and see if we can't get a bearing." 

Tabs tugs Anya along. 

Anya goes easily. "Bearings then hearing of plan?"

Tabs leads her up the stairway. "Plan is, we find some shelter, or at least somewhere to squat, then we list everything that happens before Hawke leaves for the Deep Roads. We organise it by what we can handle with our shared skills, or what we can leave for Hawke and co. Then, we find an in with Hawke. I think I have an idea for that."

They reach the top of the stairwell, and Tabs gasps. Right across from them, a breathtaking view of Kirkwall's bay, Hightown stretching across the cliffs.

"Best plan. We should make it super vague and hard to read for not-us people. Just in case it gets out." Anya stops and stares up at the Twins. "This suddenly just became extra extra real."

"Yeah. Yeah, it did. Wow. That's...Christ. Wait, no. Maker? Fuck, I'm Dalish. Mythal!"

Tabs rubs a hand on her temple. "I'm panicking about blaspheming wrong."

Anya leans her face on Tabs' shoulder and snugs.

"Could go with 'gods'? Might be easier to remember."

She leans her head into Anya. "I always told you that my encyclopedic knowledge of Dragon Age was useful and endearing. Gods, I wish I had my encyclopedias right now."

"I have no doubt your current knowledge is gonna be enough. Your memory for Dragon Age knowledge is crazy insanely good. Even on an off day."

"I do know more about Dragon Age than I do about my own life. Why is my memory like this." 

Tabs turns to look down the nearest street. "Okay, I can see a couple of people heading down that way. Let's see if we can orient where in Lowtown we are."