(no subject)
Dwarves, according to most depictions thereof, are short, stocky, bearded folk with a fondness for tunnels and mining and dwarven beer. Varric, by these standards, is a very bad dwarf. He has the short and stocky part down, yes, but he does not so much have a beard as he has manly stubble and epic chest hair, and he'll be the first to tell you that dwarven beer is not so much beer as punishment from whoever thought living in proximity to the darkspawn wasn't bad enough. As for tunnels and mining, he was born and raised on the surface, and that's just the way he likes it.
Today, he has more reason than usual for that last part.
"Sorry about the smoke," he says to the enchanted artifact passing itself off as an ordinary bar. "That dragon Hawke took down was a real piece of work, let me tell you- and the rest of the brood wasn't much fun either. Can I get a glass of something respectable, some parchment, and one of those fancy Qunari reservoir pens? I want to get all of this down while it's still fresh in memory."
He waves away a little of the stink of drakestone and burning, deposits his coin on the bar, and heads off to find a table to work at. He'll find the baths later and clean up then. For now, he's got a story to tell.
Today, he has more reason than usual for that last part.
"Sorry about the smoke," he says to the enchanted artifact passing itself off as an ordinary bar. "That dragon Hawke took down was a real piece of work, let me tell you- and the rest of the brood wasn't much fun either. Can I get a glass of something respectable, some parchment, and one of those fancy Qunari reservoir pens? I want to get all of this down while it's still fresh in memory."
He waves away a little of the stink of drakestone and burning, deposits his coin on the bar, and heads off to find a table to work at. He'll find the baths later and clean up then. For now, he's got a story to tell.