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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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A band is a group of musicians who perform together. They're all together for different reasons. Artistic vision, a certain sound... Could be anything, really.

Oh! You're a musician! Are you one of the People? Elvhenan? Do you wear June's vallaslin?

No, no, I'm not a musician. Well, okay, I'm good with a guitar, but I'm not in a band. I'm one of the guys that works in the back to make sure a band can play without any problems.

I have no idea what the rest of that stuff even is, kid.

[She continues on, happily, not bothering to explain anything because who needs explanations.]

Is a guitar a type of instrument then? So you are a musician. Do you have it with you? I'd love to hear you play.

Yeah, uh. Hold on, I can play something for you.

[Eddie brings his guitar to bear and taps on the tablet, switching it over to video. The roadie waves at the camera and sets his hands in position. Once he feels the instrument is suitably tuned, he begins shredding out the lead guitar portion of Mötley Crüe's Dr. Feelgood, as well as singing along as best he can. When he finishes, he smiles at the camera.]

That's Heavy Metal.

[Merrill claps when he's done, smiling broadly.]

You're very skilled! I've never heard that song before, does it have a name? Do you play at taverns and inns?

Yeah, the song is called Dr. Feelgood, it's by a band named Mötley Crüe. Lesser known bands play at bars and shit, but most of the big guys have entire stages they can play on.

[The o and u have no particular sound to them in Eddie's pronunciation. They're just metal umlauts.]

I just practice and play for fun.

Edited 2012-11-07 14:11 (UTC)

You're very good. I wonder if Varric wants to set any of his stories to song. They'd be epic ballads then, wouldn't they? I'll ask him for you. That would be nice. Then you can sing with us when we go to the Hanged Man.

Oh, except there is no Hanged Man here. Oh, dear.

Kid, you move at a mile a minute. Slow down for a bit, would ya?

[He's not meaning to be rude, but seriously Merrill. Seriously.]

[She freezes, deer in headlights.]

I'm sorry!

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