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[merchantprince]

Who: Varric and maybe even you.
Broadcast: Communication is pretty spotty, but you're welcome to pick up the occasional words/phrases.
Action: Anyone on the way-station
When: Early January? I'm not looking for a specific date, just 'before he goes to the forest'.

[Varric appears to have an enthralled audience in this restaurant. He's got some Floot Loops cocktail thing in one hand, with a cute little fruity straw, and he's gesturing wildly with the other hand while he describes something or another. There are more drinks and plenty more food on the table behind him.]

—and then the thing exploded! Right in her face! She just reached up and wiped the blood across her nose, like facepaint. The rest of them turned tail and fled. Why the hell would they stay? Their leader was dead, and they had a pretty pissed-off mage wearing its blood like a damned war trophy.

The rest of that's in my book. Tale of the Champion. I don't want to spoil the whole thing for you all, so you'll have to wait until I find a publishing company out here. I'll take suggestions. And donations.

[He sips his drink. The aliens appear to be clearing out, however reluctantly.]

[ooc: Come have a drink! Or... a non alcoholic drink... with Varric.]

Comments

[blindoptimism]

[aw... the fondness is obvious and it makes her smile despite the sadder parts. And parts of that remind her of the city where she grew up]

Do you make a living in the real city?

[merchantprince]

[He chuckles.] I make a living doing a lot of things.

I live in a suite above the Hanged Man, which is the biggest tavern in town. It's where everyone goes: poor, rich, whatever. There's never a dull moment.

[He didn't really answer her question, haha.]

[blindoptimism]

[haha, she notices. But she doesn't mind, she only just met the man and it's hardly her business. SO she'll roll with it]

Living in a tavern? That must be rather loud, but it does sound nice.

[...] Do they give you a discount on food and drink? You must be their best customer.

[merchantprince]

What can I say? I like being where the action is.

[He doesn't want to tell her that he does some underhanded shit like right off the bat. Maybe in like, a half hour.]

Yeah, it's not bad. I have a tab they let me pay whenever.

[blindoptimism]

I'm sorry that you have to spend so much time away from it. [....] It sounds like you miss it.

[merchantprince]

[He smiles, and there's something undeniably soft about it.]

It's all right. I'll always be a city dwarf at heart, but traveling is good for the soul.

[blindoptimism]

[what a softy :') and thinking of his advertisements for this Tales of the Champion book...]

And when you get back, with the experiences that you've gained here, I'm sure you'll be able to write incredible books.

[merchantprince]

That's right. I'll keep everyone with me that way.

[CONFIRMED FOR SOFTY.]

[blindoptimism]

That's a wonderful way to think of it.

[VARRIC YOU'RE EMBARRASSING. She looks thoughtful for a moment. She hadn't even though of that. Someday they will all part, won't they? Hm...]

You seem like a very thoughtful person!

[merchantprince]

[Someday, but it's for the better, of course.

Her remark makes him grin.]

More like I think too much. But you-- you're definitely too good to be hanging out with someone like me.

[blindoptimism]

[she just laughs softly and takes a sip of her hot chocolate]

You're selling yourself short. [urk! she starts suddenly when she realizes what she said and in a rare show of awkwardness she looks back at him]

I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it that way...

[merchantprince]

[He doesn't even look offended, he just laughs.]

Don't worry about it. It's cute when you say it.

[blindoptimism]

[aaaaah, she still hangs her head, looking embarrassed]

I would think insensitive would be the better term... [le sigh. but she's glad he wasn't hurt]