On reaching the furthest point I've ever gotten too.

[fluffybeard]

Well I'll be Andraste's uncle. You actually managed to go through with it. I'm impressed, It only took you what? A year? I'd get more done in a day if you just happened to let me have the controller.

[He shakes his head.]

And honestly, stop blubbering over Bethany's letter. It said she was happy. I miss her, but don't you think we tried what we could to get her out of there? It was a bitter pill to swallow but as long as she's happy I'm not starting a full-scale rescue mission on the circle. Period.



[OOC: Don't worry about Spoilers. I've read the wiki I'm just doing my actual playthrough now. |D;;]

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[fluffybeard]

Why it can't eat you until it's inside of you.

[Hawke, why do you say these things.]

Actually, that's really disgusting. Forget I mentioned it. Or better yet, tell it to Merril and sketch her face for me.

[kirkwallstories]

[...Hawke, you are going to turn him off his ale. He thought nothing could do that anymore. Please don't prove him wrong.]

I'd hate to put poor Daisy through that, but...I'll see what I can do. Maybe get Blondie in on it, too.

[fluffybeard]

Anders would like that.

[His expression softens.]

How is it I managed to band us together again? I would quite like to hear the story. I suspect carefully applied liqueur and blackmail.

[kirkwallstories]

Yes. I suppose he would.

[Oh, Hawke...what in the world will he do with you? Tell you a happy story, of course.]

No, no. Nothing so menacing. They were all drawn in by your kind nature and charm. ...Though Fenris did need the carefully applied liqueur, if I can recall correctly. Even your charms couldn't make a dent in all that brooding.

[fluffybeard]

Really Varric? I've forgotten just how charming I can be then.

[He chuckles.]

Though Fenris came around. In a I'll-stop-by-to-see-you-once-a-year sort of way.

[kirkwallstories]

I'll never understand how you forgot that, Hawke. You apply those charms every day, and quite liberally, I might add. Kirkwall oozes with charm brought about by Messere Hawke. [smiiiirrkk.] And various other things, like Fenris' brooding and Anders' cats. Sometimes I swear he breeds the blighted things.

[fluffybeard]

Ah, Varric. Maybe I'm just charming you into believing I am unaware of my charms. Maybe I am secretly a charming mastermind.

[He laughs and takes a long drain of ale.]

Or maybe I'm just insane and you all find it endearing.

[kirkwallstories]

Hawke, please. The nobles are insane. The mages and templars are a bit...addled. But you? You're one of the sanest men I know.

[he drains his ale in one large swallow, gesturing to the barkeep for another.]

And that's saying something. I know a lot of men...and women, of course.

[fluffybeard]

Why must you remind me that me constantly that we will never be together? Are you that cruel!?

[He laughs raising his second glass as it arrives.]

To friends. And Sanity while it remains with us.

[kirkwallstories]

[chuckle.] Perhaps. But you should know to never say never by now, old friend.

[still, he'll toast, clinking his glass against Hawke's.]

To old friends, and the sanity they cost us. May it enjoy a better life with someone else.

[and down the hatch goes the ale. Ah, rat-water.]

[fluffybeard]

[He laughs. Mmmm rat water indeed.]

We should have bought this place with the money from the expedition. Stocked actual ale. Real food, and better yet spirits.

[He paused.]

The drink kind not the scary kind.

[kirkwallstories]

[Varric smirks at that, shifting in his seat to hide his expression from Hawke. Time for the real teasing.]

And what makes you think I didn't buy it out the first chance I got? It was a very lucrative business venture.

[fluffybeard]

Because Varric, your taste is a lot better than this.

[He raised his eyebrow.]

And if you do own it? Shame on you for letting them serve me ale that tastes like it's had rats give birth in it.

[kirkwallstories]

You'd be surprised what can be hidden by dirt walls and rotten floorboards, Hawke. This may actually be a gilded palace hiding in the muck.

[smiiiirrk. It's not. Not really. He's just teasing.]

I don't let them do anything. [sipping his ale, no cares in the world.] You just never think to ask for the good stuff.

[fluffybeard]

... Varric, do you have high quality ale hidden here or not? This is very serious business.

[Accompanied by SERIOUS BUSINESS FACE.]

[kirkwallstories]

I do. It's 20 sovereigns a bottle, though. Even for me.

[Accompanied by Varric's best bullshitting face. Sorry, Hawke. Even you might have trouble telling he's pulling your leg.]

[fluffybeard]

... Pah. I'd rather drink the rat water.

[He pulled away and took another swig of ale.]

20 Sovereigns? You'd get more than a bottle for that in the Blooming Rose. And whatever you got would probably be more pleasurable than a bottle of alcohol.

[kirkwallstories]

[He'll be hiding his smirk in his own ale, thanks. You're so easy, Hawke.]

For a time. But the alcohol won't have you making routine appointments with a healer until the day you die.

[fluffybeard]

I heard Anders refused to keep treating Isabela.

[He grins.]

Something about cats and thigh high boots. Do you know exactly what happened?

[kirkwallstories]

[Oh. That incident. Come on, Tethras. Keep that straight face and don't laugh!]

Unfortunately, no. I happened to be out the night that happened, dealing with some...things in the Merchant's Guild. I'm afraid I missed the show entirely.

[fluffybeard]

... No, No they both mentioned you were there. Come on Varric you can't hold out on me!

[He raised his eyebrow.]

Perhaps I could bribe you with another dose of ale? Or even some of the wine that they serve here. It tastes much better after.... [He counts the empties.] Three Ales each.

[kirkwallstories]

Did they? Strange. I know I spent half the night at the Merchant's Guild. I came back in just as Rivaini was walking out.

[...oh, who's he kidding. He can't get past anything Anders tells Hawke, but...]

Besides, even if I was there, don't you think they'd have sworn me to secrecy? If they're refusing to tell you, they'd make sure I couldn't.

[fluffybeard]

Well Varric, you're a story teller. And I want to hear the story. I have plied you with Alcohol as custom dictates now you have to spill the beans as per custom!

[He grins tapping the waitress for another two ales.]

They won't tell me so I have to go to my only known source of information. The incredibly handsome dwarf.

[kirkwallstories]

[He ponders that for a quick moment, sipping at his ale before he takes a big gulp and puts it down. He's a storyteller alright; what Hawke gets will be a rather...eclectic version of the truth.]

Oh, fine. But if either of them comes after me, I'm expecting your protection.

[fluffybeard]

Perfect. Both of them owe me favours so I'll cash them in to make sure no harm comes your way.

[He grins, oh Varric.]

So, I hear that Isabela went to the clinic the other night. Start from there.