[ It's been another long day of following Hawke around and killing the unfortunate souls who try to get in their way. And how better to finish that off then with a drink at the Hanged Man? Of course, Merrill isn't doing much drinking at the moment. She's worn out from all the magic she's been tossing around and she's dozed off in her chair, her rather slight frame slumped against Varric. She might be a bit taller than him, but she's definitely lighter. ]
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