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The Lowtown part of Kirkwall is a maze of shantytowns and labyrinthine corridors, all clustered around the busy man-made harbor. Despite the name, it's not particularly awful; it's just more likely to be destroyed by tidal waves than Hightown. Varric likes it there, and spends most of his time there.
Most, not all. Today his brother was too tied down with a visitor from Orzammar and Varric had to come up the hill and deal with the Merchants' Guild himself.
There is a clean-shaven dwarf with a scowl like thunderclouds storming into the Bar, slamming down his coin in exchange for something alcoholic that smells of anise, and knocking it back without even blinking. He'll be out back shortly, as he caught sight of the target range the last time he was here, and it's nice sometimes to imagine certain self-satisfied faces on the bale instead of a bullseye marking.
Given that his crossbow is nearly as long as he is tall and modded clear to the Void and back, we don't suggest you attempt to cross his line of fire until you're absolutely certain he's reloading. And even then it might not be a good idea.
Most, not all. Today his brother was too tied down with a visitor from Orzammar and Varric had to come up the hill and deal with the Merchants' Guild himself.
There is a clean-shaven dwarf with a scowl like thunderclouds storming into the Bar, slamming down his coin in exchange for something alcoholic that smells of anise, and knocking it back without even blinking. He'll be out back shortly, as he caught sight of the target range the last time he was here, and it's nice sometimes to imagine certain self-satisfied faces on the bale instead of a bullseye marking.
Given that his crossbow is nearly as long as he is tall and modded clear to the Void and back, we don't suggest you attempt to cross his line of fire until you're absolutely certain he's reloading. And even then it might not be a good idea.