Anyone who had ever met Merrill would describe her as kind, that is anyone who hadn't managed to break her brand new staff. Normally she would have just apologized for leaving it about and let it go, but those two had been disturbing the peace of their friendgroup all week. The constant bickering between the tanned elf and blond mage was setting everyone on edge at this point; something had to be done.
Late into this week's game night at The Hanged Man they had started glaring at each other again, and just as they opened their mouths to argue Merrill slid her knife from its sheath and slit her hand under the table. "Anima permuto." She mumbled as she slammed her palms down on the table, where only Fenris and Anders' hands were placed, before dismissing herself in an apologetic fashion.
They'll learn the hard way then.