"I do work with him, you know. I am aware." Even not knowing Varric's love of a good story or the fact that he's a published author with several works in circulation, it was impossible to meet the dwarf and not learn quickly his words are at the very least 60% filigree. It actually touches the pit of his stomach with a hint of homesickness to think on it too long. Well, there's something unexpected: missing the dwarf.
He was glad of the topic shift, speaking of Varric's opinion gave him something tangible to focus on rather than overwhelming himself with his current predicament. He'd adjust, and rather quickly of course, but he'd seek his own answers more than drinking up someone else's. Still, perspective was wonderful. "I shudder to think what he may have said of me." And yet, his tone suggested he was asking.
He followed her explanation with his eyes, turning his head to regard one location or another, and followed her dramatic entry into the inn with a roll of his eyes. It was a quaint place made more acceptable by the warmth and the dryness. The hunger for information flashed across his gaze as his eyes fell upon the census and the logs, noting their location for later, and he chuckled, shaking his head. "If a census gave you a headache, Hawke, you should read more often." Granted, he'd also been raised to be a politician. Maybe he was conditioned.
Still, looking around at the alien surroundings, noting the great hearth in the inn, the tables, and chairs, he frowned, looking back to her.
"Where is 'here', precisely? It's...rather unfamiliar."
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He was glad of the topic shift, speaking of Varric's opinion gave him something tangible to focus on rather than overwhelming himself with his current predicament. He'd adjust, and rather quickly of course, but he'd seek his own answers more than drinking up someone else's. Still, perspective was wonderful. "I shudder to think what he may have said of me." And yet, his tone suggested he was asking.
He followed her explanation with his eyes, turning his head to regard one location or another, and followed her dramatic entry into the inn with a roll of his eyes. It was a quaint place made more acceptable by the warmth and the dryness. The hunger for information flashed across his gaze as his eyes fell upon the census and the logs, noting their location for later, and he chuckled, shaking his head. "If a census gave you a headache, Hawke, you should read more often." Granted, he'd also been raised to be a politician. Maybe he was conditioned.
Still, looking around at the alien surroundings, noting the great hearth in the inn, the tables, and chairs, he frowned, looking back to her.
"Where is 'here', precisely? It's...rather unfamiliar."