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[storientation]

WHO: tevinterrefugee and storientation
WHERE: O’NEIL’S IRISH PUB so creative man
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon.
WARNINGS: NO UNLESS THAT TERRIBLE ARMOR NEEDS A WARNING OH SNAP
SUMMARY: Varric and Fenris meet and talk. YEAH.
FORMAT: I’ll start with quick, but whatever!

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[tevinterrefugee]

[Seeing him? Difficult in a crowd. But seeing the crowd that had gathered unmistakeably to hear Varric's awful tall tales, much easier. Fenris heaves a sigh of relief as he notices that arm waving, guessing it was attached to his short, dwarven friend. He stops nearby Varric, looking down at him with the slightest hint of a smile on his face. He didn't want to look TOO happy to see him, after all. He'd probably get a 'your face is going to crack' joke any minute anyway.]

So... [A great conversationalist as usual.] I could use whatever passes for a drink here.

[He holds up a few paper bills. Green rectangles that are fairly crumpled due to being held in his fist.] Since this is what passes for currency here, I have to say I am... curious.