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[merchantprince]

Who: Varric
Broadcast: Open a/v on the network.
Action: Anyone on the Marsiva, since he hasn't been shuffled yet.
When: Dec 29th, or so.

[video;]

[The feed, quite frankly, is crap. The communicator's been bumped on midsentence and appears to be capturing video of an empty bunk.]

—e's ass! Where is Bianca?

[There is some mad shuffling offscreen. A door opens, then closes. The shuffling returns, and this time, there is... chest hair? Chest hair. Sorry. He picks up the communicator, examing it and turning it in his hands, and then finally looking straight into the camera.]

I may be the most desirable dwarf in all of Kirkwall, but that doesn't give anyone free pass to kidnap me twice in a row. Come out of hiding, hand over the crossbow, and maybe I'll feel generous enough not to shoot someone in the face on the way out. Maybe.

[His brows knit together. He leans back and rubs at his temple.]

Maker's breath... my head feels like it's full of cotton. Cotton and shit I've never seen before.

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[merchantprince]

I don't usually write romance. My characters have flings every so often, but nothing serious. Everyone loves a torrid love affair though.

[wilder]

It's true. And it's always better if it's someone else's torrid love affair!

But I can get it. I'll give it a shot anyway. Sure it can't be worse than some crap I've read.

[merchantprince]

Believe me, it's better.

[He chuckles warmly.]

I have no idea how to deliver this, so it'll have to wait until I get kicked onto one of the other ships.

[wilder]

[He gives a nod]

Don't worry, I can wait. I can contact you after you get shuffled about it.

[merchantprince]

Might be easier if I give you this.

[He types in his personal number and sends it. Varric is all about making connections.]

[wilder]

Oh! Even better!

Thank you, Varric. I'll be in touch.

[merchantprince]

Yep. You know how to reach me.