"A god with a giant hammer." The jokes just start to roll into her head and she's not sure where to start. Hawke laughs. "Is he an actual god or is he just like most men and believes he's a god?" She doesn't know how one would even tell the difference between a god and a fake god. Probably power levels. A very powerful mage could possibly masquerade as one to people who didn't know better. Hawke really isn't certain, she herself stays far away from all religion related things back home.

"My best friend is an absolute show off and he loves the sound of his own voice. I am fairly certain given the chance he'd talk our enemies to death." Varric's words did hold power. And people loved his books. But Hawke knows he's lying a good percentage of the time and it goes right over their heads. She misses him more than she could frame into words.