I was once told that when Merrill lived here, she used a ball of yarn to get around. But it's probably an exaggeration from Varric, I can't imagine it wouldn't get cut or anything...

[ She shrugs as she starts walking, sticking close to the Medicine Seller, hand reaching out to settle lightly on his arm, even as her eyes darted around. She doesn't like Darktown, and it doesn't much like her back. It's not as though she's afraid, but. Always better to stick together. ]

I suppose it's good for me to get out of the Gallows more often, anyway. I'm not a cloistered Chantry sister.