"There's power in stories, though. That's all history is: the best tales. The ones that last. Might as well be mine."
|Sexual Orientation||Asexual. Bianca's the only girl he'll ever need.|
|Hometown||Hightown in Kirkwall|
|Affiliation||Dwarven Merchant Guild|
|Gear||Inscribed Leather Harness, and his legendary Tethras Coat, alongside the Bearded Dragon amulet. He wields his crossbow Bianca, an advanced Dwarven crossbow, and finally to protect himself from all harm he wields the almighty chesthair of truthiness|
|Behind the Mask|
So this was Orzammar?
The place of prestiege that Dwarves flocked to and worshipped above all else in this world, where their lives were mired by tradition and 'Honoring the Stone'? Where the Caste System threw away perfectly good people into squalor and made whore-sons into nobility and princes? Where to prove that their dead sodding Ancestors had guided their hand, they blundgeon each other to death? Where there was an assembly of nobles who couldn't agree on one thing, even when their lives depended on it? Where they had buried themselves in tunnels, filled with Darkspawn, Nug Shit, and Body Odor and called it one of the holiest things Dwarfs had?
Varric looked at the 'majestic' Orzammar and bellowed a long and hard laugh, earning him the eyes of several passing Dwarves before they continued on their marry way.
Marian glanced down to her Dwarven friend confused, uttering to her companion her obvious concern.
"What's so funny?"
Varric ended his laugh, bringing a gloved hand to his eye to wipe away a tear. Oh god, this was just a hilarious prank wasn't it? A godly sarcastic joke forged into reality?
"Andraste's ass, dwarves actually live down here? On purpose? What in blazes for?" he chortled to Hawke,
Marian tilted her head, and waited for Varric to regain his composure. Although it took him a while, unlike the other times where he could contain himself.
He walked forward and raised in arms, encompassing the whole of the city, for the dramatic effect of course.
"A good noble always has complaints ready Hawke. I told you that once right?"
Marian nodded her head to respond to the Paragon of Manliness. "Are you saying that there's going to be complaints about us coming here?"
"No. I'm just going to give you a fair warning before we begin."
He gave a spin with his heel to face Hawke again, lowering his arms but looking over his shoulder, giving a good view into his beautiful profile.
"In Orzammar, there are no good nobles. A good noble wouldn't let this happen to his people."
Dwarven Fingers cracked.
"Time to get to work."