Ah, shit. This'll teach you to leave the tavern, Tethras, you smug idiot. Touch down now and you'll be up to your forehead in floodwater. Your favorite.
He's sitting on a floating log, toes trailing into the current, a frown fixed on his terribly handsome face. Above his head, arms aching, he holds a board on which there rests a pile of parchment, drying in the sun and blessedly held together by twine. His pen is gone, lost to the disaster. A damn waste.
Anyone else in this position might call for help, but that's for anyone else. Varric has a certain reputation to uphold, which means he is totally silent and sulky as the current takes him gently through the Hinterlands. Never again, Tethras. The outdoors: not even once. ...or maybe just with Hawke.
V. Miscellaneous
Exactly where he belongs, either before or after the flood situation: Varric lounges in the tavern, a generous mug of ale beside him on the table, and ruminates. Spring is springing, it's very poetic, or he likes to think it would be if he had any knack for writing poetry. Instead, he focuses his thoughts on the Inquisition, Seeker Penteghast, whether she's still herself, whether she's still at Skyhold, ready to eviscerate him for yet again disappearing. ...maybe it's not time to go back yet.
Sure, he might be a coward. Varric never made any claim to bravery. But at least he's a comfortable coward, and the day is nice, and the ale is cold, and he can be sneaky just a little bit longer before he returns to any real duties.
Varric Tethras | Dragon Age
I. Floods
Ah, shit.
This'll teach you to leave the tavern, Tethras, you smug idiot. Touch down now and you'll be up to your forehead in floodwater. Your favorite.
He's sitting on a floating log, toes trailing into the current, a frown fixed on his terribly handsome face. Above his head, arms aching, he holds a board on which there rests a pile of parchment, drying in the sun and blessedly held together by twine. His pen is gone, lost to the disaster. A damn waste.
Anyone else in this position might call for help, but that's for anyone else. Varric has a certain reputation to uphold, which means he is totally silent and sulky as the current takes him gently through the Hinterlands.
Never again, Tethras. The outdoors: not even once.
...or maybe just with Hawke.
V. Miscellaneous
Exactly where he belongs, either before or after the flood situation: Varric lounges in the tavern, a generous mug of ale beside him on the table, and ruminates. Spring is springing, it's very poetic, or he likes to think it would be if he had any knack for writing poetry.
Instead, he focuses his thoughts on the Inquisition, Seeker Penteghast, whether she's still herself, whether she's still at Skyhold, ready to eviscerate him for yet again disappearing. ...maybe it's not time to go back yet.
Sure, he might be a coward. Varric never made any claim to bravery. But at least he's a comfortable coward, and the day is nice, and the ale is cold, and he can be sneaky just a little bit longer before he returns to any real duties.