Add note: I've decided to make this story in short chapters. It's easier for me and gives me more time to plan the story out.
Chapter Two: Merrill
"Exactly how are we getting out of this city?" Varric asked, looking over his shoulder at the templars that have suddenly decided to scout the docks. Carver pulled his hood over his head, turning towards the water so the Templar's wouldn't notice him.
"I told you," Isabela shifted her weight onto her left leg, her right hand pulling on her left glove, "My friend will be here any minute to take us to Tevinter."
"Well," Varric scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Excuse me if I'm not confident in this friend of yours, Rivaini." As the two friend continued to bicker, Merrill walked up behind Carver. She played with her fingers, stumbling with her words.
"It's...um, good to see you again, Carver. How's being a Templar going?" Merrill cursed inwardly, her face paled as she saw Carver give her a questioning look.
"Uh, Fine. Thanks for asking." He cleared his throat, scratching his cheek, "How have you been? I haven't seen you in...at least four years."
Merrill nervously laughed, "Yes, I've been fine too. Thank you for asking. Has it really been that long? I didn't realize it had, but I guess it has and...I'm rambling again, sorry."
Carver chuckled, "Glad to see not everything has changed." Merrill blushed and stopped fidgeting, averting her eyes from Carver's handsome face.
"How is the alienage?" Carver tilted his head down, "I heard Hawke's been helping you with supplies and furniture."
"Yeah," Merrill kicked around some pebbles, "Since my clan disowned me...Hawke's been trying to ease the pain, coming over more often, bringing baked good and asking about elven lore. He takes an interest in the stories I have."
Carver nodded, "Our father use to tell us stories about the Dalish."
"Oh dear," Merrill frowned, "They weren't about us sacrificing children, were they?"
Carver laughed, "Maker, no. He never believed the stories human's say about the Dalish, murdering children, eating corpses, all that crap. He always wanted to know more about the Dalish, or elves in general. I don't remember much, it's been so long..."
"I am sorry, Carver." Merrill frowned, placing her hands behind her back. She rocked back and forth from her toes to the balls of her heels, staring down at the ground. They stood in silence, Varric and Isabela still bickering behind them. Aveline could be heard mumbling to Hawke and Anders, telling them to be ready to flee if Knight-Commander Meredith shows up. Hawke then walked over to them, telling Merrill the same about the Knight-Commander.
"Thank you, Hawke." Merrill nodded.
"He's here!" Isabela pushed past the Hawke brothers and Merrill, "That's his boat!"
Hawke kept looking back and forth between the dinky and Isabela, "How the hell are we suppose to get to Tevinter in that! That isn't a ship, Isabela!"
"Of course not," Isabela shook her head, smiling, "The ship is outside the bloody gates, it had...items that shouldn't be in Kirkwall."
Aveline groaned behind them, "I swear if I lost my post because of you, I will—"
"You'll be fine," Isabela assured her, "It isn't anything bad."
"Just illegal?" Aveline rubbed the back of her neck, shaking her head, "Maker."
"Come on." Hawke motioned to the boat as it pulled up next to the dock's stairs, "Everyone in."