Two pups, two muns, ONE FIRST ENTRANCE!
The city of Kirkwall is a fascinating place, full of ancient architecture, interesting people, and disturbing history. They don't call the former quarry and slave trade hub the City of Chains for nothing. These days things are different, but one matter still remains: wherever you go, when there aren't enough guards with a will to act and enough superiors to back them up, you get bandits.
And nobody really gets all that upset if bandits run into the kind of trouble that means they won't be coming home for supper ever again.
Anyway, that's the kind of work that keeps a body busy all day. Time for a break for both Varric and his newly minted human acquaintance to get a drink at the-
"This isn't the Hanged Man," says the dwarf in the doorway to the human woman behind him after checking both inside the door and outside. "Doesn't smell enough like rats and stale sweat. Hawke, did you do something?"
And nobody really gets all that upset if bandits run into the kind of trouble that means they won't be coming home for supper ever again.
Anyway, that's the kind of work that keeps a body busy all day. Time for a break for both Varric and his newly minted human acquaintance to get a drink at the-
"This isn't the Hanged Man," says the dwarf in the doorway to the human woman behind him after checking both inside the door and outside. "Doesn't smell enough like rats and stale sweat. Hawke, did you do something?"