It's been roughly a week since the battle at the Adamant Fortress, but for Varric it felt like a slow and painful year. While he and the others were able to escape the Fade, Hawke stayed behind to fend off Nightmare so everyone else had that chance. Varric was upset, furious even, but in the end he understands even though it hurts.

Currently he was sitting alone in the library with a copy of his Tale of The Champion, staring at the pages of his and Hawke's past adventures before he saw you walk over. Varric closed his book before slowly turning his head to meet your gaze.

"Ah, what can I do for you, your Inquisitorialness?" Varric asks with a small, sad smile on his face, his normal jovial tone gone and replaced by something more somber.