[Maker, the matching t-shirts. It's like an army of camp counselors. It takes real effort not to smirk, but she's got a decent poker face after a few years of having to interact with her husband's family. One of them had to, and it sure wasn't going to be Alistair. Tabris looks more like she's ready for gym class than a corporate event-- she's wearing a tank top that doesn't really cover the sports bra she's got on under it, and running shorts. Tabris family gatherings have a lot of physical activity and her expectations are based entirely on that.]

Hey, yeah, I'm Tabris, from the Grey Wardens? I don't know if we need to like... check in or something?

[She gestures back towards the rest of her group, which worryingly seems to already be short at least one person. Where the hell is Anders? That sounds like a problem for future Tabris.]

Brought the whole gang. My husband's got the dog on a leash, before you freak out.