"Eclectic is more like it," she teased quietly. "But you're absolutely right." She often forgot Merrill's prowess and knowledge when she was lost in the city, the only Dalish in a city where magic was hated. "It's true, what they say about the quiet ones." Who would guess the darker parts of Merrill's power? Hawke certainly hadn't.

The sight brought back unwelcome memories. Her frown lingered and she consented to distract herself by watching for other boats. Things were quiet, thankfully, but it wouldn't be long until the first ships left the harbor. "It looks like we have good timing tonight. Let's hope it stays that way."