Varric was reading in his usual spot in the Great Hall, the warm glow of the fireplace highlighting his reading glasses and golden earrings. As he turned the next page, you plopped down in the arm chair next to his with a large sigh. He looks up at you with his whiskey colored eyes, his glasses slowly sliding off his nose as he gives you a warm smile.

"Hello Inquisitor. Did ya come over to visit your favorite dwarf?" Varric asks with a small chuckle as he puts down his book on his lap.