Technology was very much not one of her fortes, and Lavellan looked uncomfortable enough ordering tea from one of the cafes there. She'd made a conscious effort to attempt to use her locket and to watch someone work on...one of those devices they seemed to be using, but it was all a little too much for her. She did her best to avoid anything that might make her head spin and had contented to simply exploring, looking for a map of the area--

And she spotted a familiar enough face at - surprise, surprise - a bar nearby. Nasrin wandered over, looking at the beer in his hand. "At least the tavern back home has an excuse to have paltry pickings. You'd think a tavern might offer something better." She gave him a broad smile. "Fancy meeting you here, Varric."