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Varric wasn't expecting Milliways today. As a matter of fact, he was expecting his room in the back of the Hanged Man- all he was planning on was putting his feet up before going over tomorrow's obligations. Clearly, the Landlord had other ideas

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[never_b_free]

"You should be careful of offers like that, there are people here who can handle both very nasty and very expensive drinks." Says the woman who approaches the bar.

"I take it you are a dwarf?" He's about the right size and shape for one, but he has the skin of a surface dweller, not someone who spends the majority of his time underground. Huh.

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"It's not my bar and I don't get paid," says Varric, "so I'm not too worried.
And it's just nasty beer, anyway."

"As a matter of fact I am. Varric Tethras, of noble house Tethras, at your service." He sketches a little bow. "Not that we're considered anything but casteless by the Assembly, but what can you do."

[never_b_free]

"Sarah Black, just a merchant," she bows in return, "and probably not noble at all," she says with a grin. "So I take it the dwarves of your world recently moved away from the concept of governance by kings and queens recently?"

That could by why he's not pale. Maybe he was thrown into the adventuring life by changes in politics?

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"Oh, no, there's still a King in Orzammar," Varric says. "The Assembly crowned the old king's son Bhelen a while back, after his oldest son Trian was murdered and his other child exiled for it. The Assembly's a tradition as old as Orzammar, and so are the kings."

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[good_or_awesome]

"What the heck," says the wrestleman. "I've tried troll beer, and it was mostly not bad. How much worse can dwarf beer be?"

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[igetthatalot]

Varric leans over the bar to have a look at the wrestleman. It may be a bit before he gets his eyebrows back down, but in the meantime he says, "That depends. How do you feel about fermented fungi and rock scrapings? Orzammar dwarves don't get out much."

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Strong Bad can feel his last Swiss cake roll trying to come up for air just hearing that, but he's too stubborn to back down now. "...I've never really tried 'em. Doesn't sound like much of a One, but neither did the troll beer."

"You realize you're going to regret that," says a nearby cheese wedge.

"Prob'ly. I regret lots'a stuff. But you can't really regret something you don't even do." He turns back to the bartender. "You're on, dwarf-man!"

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"I'll introduce you to something decent from the Anderfels once you're done. You know, to make up for it," Varric promises. "In the meantime..."

He reaches around for the glass and starts pulling a pint. At least it looks reasonably like beer.