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Oh! Andaran atish’an! This is such an interesting way to talk to people, don't you think? I can see your face and you can see mine! It's like a mirror, but it reflects other people back at you.

[Merrill waves, smiling broadly, her large eyes sparkling with delight.]

My name is Merrill, and I'm looking for my friends. I appear to be a little lost. [She swings the tablet around too fast to really see anything useful. Just a lot of stone.] Did you see that? I'm lost. But I have friends who can help me become, ah, not lost.

Sometimes, when I was lost in Kirkwall, Isabela - she's one of my friends - would swoop down from the top of a building and tell me where to go. She's very pretty, with dark hair and a lovely blue bandana. Oh, and a necklace. It's quite hard to miss her necklace and what's below it. And there's Aveline, but sometimes I worry she doesn't like me. She has red hair, like the sun, and quite a lot of freckles. I like her freckles. I wish I had freckles... [Merrill trails off, tapping her fingers against her cheeks as if counting freckles. She comes back to herself suddenly.] I'm sorry, I tend to get lost in my thoughts. I think that's how I ended up here. Do you ever do that? You start thinking and then you just don't come out. What was I saying before?

Oh, yes, my friends! I have quite a few of them. Isabela and Aveline and Varric! Varric is a dwarf, and he's very funny, but his stories aren't always true. He tells me stories about pirates, but Isabela says they're mostly made up. And Fenris, he's elvhen, like me, but--that's not going to be trouble, is it? In Kirkwall, they make us live in alienages, and they're very dirty. I had a nice house, but it was very small. No one in Thedas seems to like the elvhen very much, and living in the alienage is very uncomfortable...

[She stares past the tablet screen for a moment, thoughtful.] I hope there aren't any alienages here...

If you know my friends, would you tell them I'm looking for them? Ma serannas for your troubles. Or, if you recognize this place-- [She ducks out of the frame, an alleyway filling the screen for a few seconds before she fumbles the tablet and then drops it. Merrill's face pops into the frame again, a worried expression on it.] Oh, dear, I hope I haven't broken you...

[ooc: Feel free to engage the very lost Merrill in actiony posts. As a Dalish elf, she tends to speak in the elvhen language frequently. You can hover over the text with your mouse to get a translation!]

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Hawke! Of course we're friends!

[Even though her Hawke made her break her mirror and constantly got on her case for blood magic. SHE WILL NEVER LET YOU GO HAWKE.]

I didn't know you were here. Well, I didn't know anyone was here. But I just thought I'd mention Varric and Isabela because they're the ones who always un-lose me, and Varric is here - well not here, but here - but Isabela hasn't said anything. Is she not here? I miss her.

And you.

And everyone.

Oh, I've been speaking to Anders, too. He still wants me to wear shoes, but they're such dreadful things.

I'm still lost. Could you find me? Varric wants to bring me twine. For when I get lost again. [When. Not if. This is Merrill, after all.]

Of course, my shoeless dove. Don't listen to Anders, he's just jealous of how lovely your toes are. Anderfels, you know. Very ugly feet.

[Since you are his cutest, most favorite little blood mage, no matter what anyone says, and surely tye blood magic thing and the mirror are just--well. We all make mistakes.]

I don't think Isabela is here. But we are, and so is Fenris, and perhaps Isabela will turn up. You know her, always swooping in for the rescue.

All right. Go stand in an open place and call for me, and don't move. If anyone gives you trouble, well--set them on fire. Just a little.

[WHAT IS THIS KINDNESS FROM HAWKE SHE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND.]

It's true, my feet are nicer than his.

Oh, I saw Fenris! We were talking. I think he's coming, too. Did you know Bethany was here? [She moves into the middle of the street and sits down there as she speaks with him. Some of the other people on the street are less than thrilled about this.] She's very pretty, you didn't tell us that in any of your stories.

I'm afraid I'll have to paralyze them. I don't know any fire spells.

[Hawke is going to punch himself if he ever meets him.]

She is very pretty. [He goes quiet, for a moment--it's complicated, and Merrill doesn't need that now.] It's good to see you, Merrill. I've missed you.

And whatever spell you use is fine. I can handle the fire, if things come to that. [Garrett glances at a person near her, and speaks sharply:] She's lost, you son of a nug. Don't give her those looks.

I've missed you, too, Hawke. It's been a while. Well not too long since we're still together in Kirkwall. Or we were. But now we're here. Do you know why we're here? I think the woman showing me to my room was supposed to tell me, or maybe she did, but I can't remember.

[Someone passes with a handcart, and Merrill promptly pays about six times as much for a steaming, bready snack.] This smells delicious, do you know what it is? [She bites into it and grins.] This is delicious. I think we should stay here. It's much nicer than Kirkwall. Did you know they don't have alienages here?

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