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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[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.

[kirkwallstories]

[He's putting his life in your hands, Hawke. ...not that that's any different from any time they leave the city, but, eh.]

See, I can't. That was after the incident occurred. What really happened is actually quite simple. Anders brought a cat here, wondering if one of the barmaids could give it a home where the refugees wouldn't try and make a meal out of the thing. [a momentary pause while he takes a gulp of ale, then-] Unfortunately, it slipped out of his grasp and climbed the first thing it could: Isabela's leg. She shrieked louder than a Darkspawn and the poor kitten ended up falling into her boot. It came out with nothing more than a scrapped tail, but Isabela? Well, I think her leg was the least of her concerns at that point.

[snicker snicker.]

Apparently, no one actually knew she could break glass with her screams and she'd been trying to keep it a secret.

[fluffybeard]

[Oh god. Isabela was never going to live this down. Isabela, Glass shatterer of the sea. Isabela, kitten slayer. Isabela, the pirate wench with a scream that'll burst your eardrums. Oh this was going to be a fun game. It was so much fun in fact that Hawke had started to laugh. A lot.]

Oh dear. Poor Isabela. Well, I'm not sure your protection order stands because this is too magnificent to not torture her with. This is better than the time she started to flirt with the assassin that nearly got her!

[He laughed harder.]

Oh, and Anders is going to the naughty step for not telling me such a delicious delicious story.

[kirkwallstories]

[Such a fun game that Varric was rolling his eyes and hiding his face in his palm. Wonderful. He's going to need to find a place to hide for a couple days.]

That's fine. I'm just not sure you'll be able to find me until she stops wanting my head for this.

[...the naughty step, Hawke? Maker's Breath, he's not sure he wants to know.]

I should have let him tell you, then. Then he'd be the one in trouble with you and Isabela.

[fluffybeard]

It will be worth it. You're free to hide in the basement of the manor.

[Basement? What basement? That's right. He's kept it a secret from all of you. It's his panic room. There's food, water, and a charming stuffed rabbit named Sir Flopsy 'Steel Arm' III with padded bedroll and blanket. He goes down there to deal with his own problems.]

There's a key under the foot of the statue that Fenris doesn't like. If you tell anyone about anything in there? Isabela will be the least of your problems, and that is quite a scary prospect. Maybe I don't mean that.

[kirkwallstories]

[At first he's startled; he's known this man for years and while he figured there was a basement because of when they retook the manor from the slavers, he wasn't expecting it to be still in some form of use

But that's when the surprise gives way to an amused headshake. Hawke, he keeps secrets for a living. Why would he spill this?]

Hawke, did you forget how long I've known you? When it comes to facing you when you're livid or dealing with a High Dragon on my own, I think I'd take the dragon. No offense, of course, but the dragon would at least be quick about things. Your secret camp is safe with me.

[fluffybeard]

Good.

[He was more fearsome than a high dragon? That... was oddly flattering.]

It must be the ale. But that was flattering. Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall more fearsome than a high dragon.

[kirkwallstories]

Messere, it takes a lot more than four pints of rat-water to get me drunk. I meant every word of that.

[pause. Yes, he's giving you the stink-eye now.]

Though if you breathe a word of my sobriety when you tell Blondie I said that, I'll be sure to let him know a few embarrassing secrets from your early days in the city.

[fluffybeard]

What sorry? I'm too busy imagining Anders and I playing Dragon Slayer and the Mage freer.

[And it had turned veeeery dirty.]

[kirkwallstories]

You know what? Forget I said anything.

[Maker, had he known you two would be this sappy he'd have never brought up the idea of a Grey Warden in the city. Oi.]

[fluffybeard]

[Oh Varric. It's all your fault.]

Sure.