Anders centred his focus on the placement of his hands; through the gap, close around the cool earthenware handles and lift. Pale amber liquid sloshed over the sides at his partial success. As he turned his concentration to the task of rotating around and navigating through the throng of revellers he heard that unmistakable storyteller pitch of Varric.

"...and then Hawke squares up to the Magistrate and says, 'It's not gonna be pleasant. I value my neck a lot more than three sovereigns, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten.' Course Hawke would've done it for nothing if she knew what the criminal was guilty of but hey it's not like the Magistrate's short of coin." Varric took a swig of his brew, his Lowtown audience nodding in agreement.

Whatever embellishment Varric launched into next Anders didn't hear it because he moved off to return to their table. His effort hampered somewhat by a noisy band of jovial, yet dodgy, looking clientele of the Hanged Man.

"Thanks chicken," Isabella said as she accepted her flagon, her eyes nowhere near as bleary as the women sat opposite her.

Anders set the other drink down and took a seat next to Audrey who raised an eyebrow at him as she reached for it, "What? So we're sharing now?"

Anders opened his mouth to retort, the mixed messages coming from her eyes and lips confusing his drink addled tongue.

"Aud I thought we were going to go home, I'm tired and I want to go bed," Bethany whined before he could speak, her own speech slurred and head held up by her hand.

Audrey swallowed and in a slow drunken sing-song voice said, "Show me the way to go home." She glanced sidelong at her sister her mouth perking at Bethany's sham exasperated look as she sat up. "I'm tired and I want to go to bed," she sang after a pause. Audrey gave her little sister a cheeky grin who returned it in kind.

"I had a little drink about an hour ago. And it's gone straight to my head." Bethany sang back to her.

Around the table they all laughed. It was a Ferelden folk song, one that Anders was familiar with and he joined the Hawke sisters in the next verse.

"Where ever I may roam. On land or sea or foam. You will always hear me singing this song. Show me the way to go home."

Anders rapped an empty mug on the warped wooden table in time with the beat of the tune.

"Show me the way to go home,

I'm tired and I want to go to bed," their volume and tempo increased,
"I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And it's gone straight to my head."

Isabella had picked up the words and joined in another rousing chorus.

"Where ever I may roam,
On land or sea or foam,
You will always hear me singing this song,
Show me the way to go home."

They were getting progressively louder, the last line verily shouted above the din of the pub. Turning the heads of many in their direction, a few grins on the faces of the Ferelden's who recognised the drinking song. Audrey jumped up onto the table, her arms flailing about as if to gather everyone around her, and her booted bare legs stamping the beat into the empty jar laden table.

"Show me the way to go home,

I'm tired and I want to go to bed,"
Everybody," Audrey added in the downbeat of the song, the Ferelden's amongst them joining in.

"I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And it's gone straight to my head,

Where ever I may roam,
On land or sea or foam,
You will always hear me singing this song,
Show me the way to go home."

Anders leaned back in his chair admiring the view above, singing along with the rest Hanged Man patrons, a genuine smile in his voice.