Anya nods, holds her a little closer, and walks on.

"I wonder what class Hawke is."

"Wonder why you want to know that," Tabs singsongs.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replies not at all trying to lie convincingly.

"Honestly, no judgement here. I'm two seconds away from dragging us to Darktown, reason or no," Tabs laughs. 

The street empties out into a very familiar back street. Tabs points. "That...that's Gamlen's house, isn't it?"

She squints up at it. "....it totally is. Gosh."

"Which means the Alienage is that way-" She points down one street. "-and the market is that way. And the Hanged Man. Holy shit, Anya!"

"This is the best thing ever," she eees.

Tabs bounces excitedly. "Kirkwall! Actual Kirkwall!"

"Okay, okay, seriously though, marketplace? To sell this junk, and maybe get some basic supplies so we don't look totally out of place?"

"And so we don't starve to death, probably."

"Oh, god- Mythal, yeah. What do you think the Thedosian equivalent of Menulog is?"

The street is rather busy, and judging from the sun, it's about midmorning. When she and Anya would normally wake up anyway. And then probably decide to go back to sleep.

"Paying some random smol child to go get us food?"

"Xerox did tell us to get our own urchin!"

Anya laughs and bumps her lightly.

"Apparently giving us the best advice."

"An urchin of our very own. How very medieval of us." 

The tracking down of the appropriate stall doesn't take very long, one man standing next to a table filled with junk. "I think that's Vincenzo. Feynriel's dad?"

"I did not know -- oh wait. That was an actual mission, wasn't it? Is he an arsehole?"

"Well, yeah. He knocked up Feynriel's mum and then fucked off to Antiva. He also sends Feynriel to Samson, who sells him to slavers. So, yeah. Arsehole."

She taps her chin. "I bet if I flirt with him we'll get more coin."

"...has that actually happened yet? Because I kind of want to pick a fight with him. Regardless of a yes or no answer."

"Until we know what Hawke is up to, or we talk to...Ariane? I think her name was? We have no idea. But please don't fight him. Templars? Remember?"

"Point. I also probably stick out a bit carrying this mage-y robe, staff and magic books."

"Babe, once we have a place, somewhere to hide contraband mage shit, and know what we're doing vis a vis Hawke? We are going to kick his ass, Samson's ass, that slaver who's living in Darktown's ass, there is not an undeserving ass that won't go unkicked. Also I hate that I'm being the responsible one right now."

"I'm pretty sure you're always the responsible one, dear heart."

"How dare you."

"Terrible truth telling wife."

"You exist only to vex and shame me." Tabs sticks her tongue out at Anya. "Come on. Let's go charm this man into buying our junk."

"Where you go, so goes my nation."