[Varric waves a hand idly as he pulls the scattered pages off his face and chest. A few fluttered past him but, what with the one directly over his eyes, he hadn't exactly spotted where they winged off to. On reflex he looks down at the sheets of vellum and, immediately, a delighted, crooked smile pulls across his face.]

Don't worry about it.

Somebody once told me I wouldn't know fine art if it smacked me in the face. Turns out they owe me five sovereigns.

[Varric looks up from the pages and spots the tall...(to put it politely:) haggard elf scrambling up from his seat. Literally nothing about this guy looks comfortable.]

These yours? [He asks as he taps the pages into alignment and moves to set them on the table.] I mean: did you draw them, or did I just interrupt you rebinding a book?