There's no massive horse, this time, though her little dog is still with her. Merrill has been settling in, but there's not quite as much room in the stables for repairing her aravel and she doesn't dare bring it to the alienage. Right now, the Gallows is the best place to work, and Merrill does it happily.

That it means she's meeting people is only a bonus, as far as she's concerned. For all Iorveth is slightly sheepish, she only smiles, not stopping her mutt from coming forward to sniff at his feet.

"Under normal circumstances, no Dalish would bring them even close to a human city," Merrill says, even as she puts her supplies down. The fabric is separated from anything that might damage it, dog included. "But my life hasn't been normal since- oh, the fifth Blight or so."

She laughs a little, though it's definitely there to mask the pain of great loss.

"In any case- andaran atish'an. If you'd like to look, feel free - and don't mind Barkley, he's very friendly."