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Taking me out for a night on the town, huh? Can't say I'm surprised. Still, a little warning would be nice, seeing as I left the good vest at home.

Don't give me that eyebrow raise. We both know which vest I'm talking about. You know, the smaller one, with the buttons that go down to-

[ a hearty laugh ]

Minx.

I think this'll work out. And if it doesn't, well. I guess I'll just shoot you. Deal?

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Now now, Varric. If you go around shooting everyone that pays you compliments you might find yourself out of friends.

[ the biggest of smiles ] Guess that's why I stick with the lovely lady other people shoot at. Saves a ton on bolts.

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[ She tries to look sour, but can't help her laugh. ]

I always knew you stayed around for more than my charm and good looks.

Hey the bolt savings does go directly to your liver, if the books from the Hanging Man are correct. And they are.

I think a Champion is entitled to a few drinks now and then, don't you?

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Fair's fair, thankfully my stuff's stronger than most. I'm starting to think you Feredelns are born with sponges in there.

[ he laughs, reaching up to slap Hawke on the shoulder ]

So what's a Champion do when there's no bardic tales to inspire? I bet it's getting pretty boring- walking down the streets without ten orphans stopping you to reunite lost families, find hidden heirlooms, or take down dragons with your teeth.

I wouldn't say sponges. Perhaps... Buckets. With holes.

[ She crosses her arms, shaking her head a little. ]

We find our way somehow, Varric. There is always a Drake here, a bandit there... Though it's rather routine now. Dreadful.

Guess there's always crocheting. I bet potholders made by the slayer of dragons would catch a pretty coin in some circles.

Perhaps a line of silken scarves, or mittens for the winter?

I hear little sweaters for cats is very "in" around Hightown. Hell, I'll take up embroidery and we'll customize it.

I'd say to get your buddy Sandal in for some glow in the dark special orders, but after seeing what he did to those poor sods in the Templar Hall, probably not a solid investment unless there's a problem with the stray cat population.

[ he outstretches a hand, mimicking a news headline ] Champion of Kirkwall's Cat Sweaters, Keeping Hightown Feline Fine!

[ She laughs, barely resisting her urge to raise her eyebrow and tease. ]

I'm not sure I could do that to poor Anders. He's very sore that the Grey Wardens took his kitten away, you know.

[a grin as Varric scratches under his jaw ]

Right, forget that Blondie's got a soft spot for the little vermin. [ he blinks ] Guess I also forgot he owes me ten silvers from our last round of cards. Hard fellow to get a hold of lately, mind passing on the message?

It would be my pleasure. I do wonder why he keeps putting money on cards - he barely has enough for bandages, letting alone games.

[ A sigh. ]

I suppose we all have our vices.

It's probably for...mage charity. Rights. Or something. I don't know after a while I tune the guy out on his diatribes. Only so many times I can rhyme "oppression" in the verses, you know?

[ the grin goes bigger ]

Not me, vice free.

Suppression, obsession, possession... I suppose you do run out after a while. All the words are rather fitting, however.

[ She hides a snort, shaking her head. ]

I shan't bring up the ale, or the crossbow, or the spying or the storytelling, shall I?

No one could possibly resist a deal like that.

Careful, Hawke. I'm on the verge of blushing and it only might be from the six or seven pints I had earlier.

And here I thought you only blushed when receiving compliments about your chest hair!

[Excuse her Varric she's just going to be staring at you a bit.]

[ a lovely woman staring at him? Ah, familiar territory ]

It's the eyes, isn't it? Don't worry, people get lost in them all the time.

[And then she realizes she was caught.]

Oh no I- I just haven't seen a dwarf since I was a little girl.

[ he says the following with a smile so she knows it's in jest ]

Shit, and I left the dancing nug at home.

[Good thing too or she might of thought he was serious. As it stands she just laughs a bit.]

I'm sorry. That must of sounded incredibly rude, but you don't exactly see dwarves in the circle.

[ a long, long groan ]

Not again.

Not what again?

Let me guess: you didn't mean to mess with that blood magic slash Fade spirit slash demon slash ancient relic and now you need the Champion's help to rescue your childhood friend slash protect you from the templars slash find the left sock that vanished after a misaimed fire spell.

[Now that gets an indignant look from her.]

I am not foolish enough to be involved in blood magic. I know how it changes people as well as beings in the fade.

What Champion are you even talking about?

Oh wow. Uh... don't take this the wrong way or anything, but... this is a first for me. Not used to being taller than whoever I'm talking to.

Surely you've heard of good things coming in small packages?

This is kind of like that. Though the package is more rugged and barrel-chested, if I do say so myself.

Heh, yeah. I live that out every day.

I may not be rugged, but I've got my thorns. [Grin.]

Tch, Varric, flirting with someone who's not Bianca? Shame on you.

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