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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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[ Foolish optimism. ]

I - no I do not. [ Leliana?

He pauses at the next question, jaw set and brows drawing into a slight crease as he stares.

He does not agree with her on most things; she is a mage. A blood mage at that and he thinks she is foolish enough not to know the risks. And he certainly thinks that Hawke or Varric would help her with much more eagerness than him hence: ]

Is no one else willing to go help?

[ This isn't him saying 'no', exactly. This is him seeing what real options he might have. :| ] You are a fool to wonder as you do. Yet - it's unsurprising.

Well, Varric said he'd bring me two balls of twine so I wouldn't get lost again, but I haven't seen him yet. Is it alright for me to be here? There are humans on the street, and you know how humans get when we leave the alienage.

I do not think this place has had many elves, let alone alienages, witch. You'd be wrong to trust any of the humans here.

[ Reprimanding, as always. He can't help it.

Pausing, before exhaling slowly. Reluctantly: ] Where are you?

[She flinches when he calls her witch, but doesn't say anything about it. She knows better.]

I'm not sure. An alley. [She holds up the tablet to show him a view of the street.] Perhaps a market? Does this place have a market? It seems like a market.

I don't know. [ His disapproval and distrust won't stop. It's an unfortunate product of his experiences.

But he sighs, narrowing his eyes as she pans the tablet around her.

Does he want to help her? No, not really. Besides, Varric was on his way - and he is far more accepting of the mage than Fenris.

But while an exploration would be useful, he finds himself saying: ]

It'd be wise to remain in one spot until the dwarf finds you.

[ It's the extent of his help, for now. She can take care of herself; he'd seen it, for better or worse. It's the locals who should fear the blood mage, truly. ]

That's a good idea. I agree. I bought some food. It's light and fluffy and tastes... hmm... I think sugared clouds would taste like this.

[She's oblivious to his disapproval.

As always.]

I'll save some for you.

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