"Morning, Sleepyhead. Bout time you woke up," Varric greeted. He sat at the kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee and his prized laptop, papers scattered underneath. He was working on a draft for his next novel, fingers constantly clicking away at the keyboard.

Varric was an interesting roommate. A semi-famous author, his books were just starting to gain traction. Surprisingly, he was quite responsible around the apartment. He paused to re-read his latest draft, brow furrowed in concentration.