Telling stories to anyone who will listen [ota]
Varric was in good spirits. Of course he was, he had an audience! He stood up in his chair in the hotel lobby as the group of NPC children and other various adults listening with clear enjoyment as he told the story of the Champion of Kirkwall. He put in more than a few embellishments when it came to himself, not that he'd ever admit to it. What? It was the right of an author to make himself look good! He was telling the story of when he and Hawke had gone into the Bone Pit to investigate why the miners had failed to report back to their boss, Hubert. They'd gone in to find the mine crawling with small dragonlings.
"And then, by the Maker, do you know what Hawke, the others, ran straight into?" he grinned, hands waving around emphatically as he spoke, "A full grown mature dragon!"
"It was a long hard fought battle, and my chest hair was a little singed." he touched said chest hair exposed at the v-cut of his shirt, causing a few of the children to giggle, "But, In the end the dragon didn't stand a chance. Not against Hawke and my crossbow, Bianca! It lay defeated, the dead miners avenged. But, that is not the end of the story of the Champion of Kirkwall. There are many more adventures and enemies defeated." He grinned, "Unfortunately, I shall have to tell you them another time." To which the kids started to complain and whine, "Now, now-- no need to get upset! A good story teller has to leave a little suspense, doesn't he? I'll be waiting here tomorrow to tell another tale that I call the Cavern of the Dead, where it turns out dragons aren't the only thing hanging around in the Bone Pit."
Then the crowd slowly dispersed and Varric hopped down off the chair, with a happy smile. Life was good.
"And then, by the Maker, do you know what Hawke, the others, ran straight into?" he grinned, hands waving around emphatically as he spoke, "A full grown mature dragon!"
"It was a long hard fought battle, and my chest hair was a little singed." he touched said chest hair exposed at the v-cut of his shirt, causing a few of the children to giggle, "But, In the end the dragon didn't stand a chance. Not against Hawke and my crossbow, Bianca! It lay defeated, the dead miners avenged. But, that is not the end of the story of the Champion of Kirkwall. There are many more adventures and enemies defeated." He grinned, "Unfortunately, I shall have to tell you them another time." To which the kids started to complain and whine, "Now, now-- no need to get upset! A good story teller has to leave a little suspense, doesn't he? I'll be waiting here tomorrow to tell another tale that I call the Cavern of the Dead, where it turns out dragons aren't the only thing hanging around in the Bone Pit."
Then the crowd slowly dispersed and Varric hopped down off the chair, with a happy smile. Life was good.