It's hard to believe it has been sixteen years since you and Varric hung out together in Kirkwall without something going wrong. Sixteen. Dang. YEARS! The thought alone made you feel as if you're a thousand years old even though you're only in your early forties. For the last five years or so, you and Varric have been rebuilding the city since Anders sort of blew part of it up and the former Knight-Commander Meredith destroyed the other half after she went nuts. Honestly, you often find yourself missing those chaotic days.

You were currently relaxing in Varric's new office, reading through his mail as if it was your own to pass the time until his horribly boring meeting was over. As soon as you find something spicy, Varric walks in and his eyes light up at the sight of you sitting at his desk with your feet kicked up.

"Ah, how is my favorite Champion of Kirkwall doing? Good I hope!" Varric asked teasingly as he gave you a pat on your knee, his eyes filled with joy and mirth.