Varric could be quiet when he wanted to be (which wasn't often) and when he wasn't sneaking through wilderness like some Orlesian fop on a hunting adventure. He'd approached the table Solas was reading at with the quiet grace of an alley-cat and, with a surprisingly deft flourish he did three things in quick succession: he snatched the book Solas was reading, dropped a business-card on the open page, and tossed the closed book behind him onto a chair.
"We spend months hiking through the Hinterlands and now that we're somewhere with things to do you are not going to sit around in the library." He leaned forward onto the table and was still shorter than Solas, seated. He grinned, a look that was simultaneously very friendly and more than slightly implied that they might be arrested for whatever he was about to suggest.
Er...Library but also Wildcard.
Varric could be quiet when he wanted to be (which wasn't often) and when he wasn't sneaking through wilderness like some Orlesian fop on a hunting adventure. He'd approached the table Solas was reading at with the quiet grace of an alley-cat and, with a surprisingly deft flourish he did three things in quick succession: he snatched the book Solas was reading, dropped a business-card on the open page, and tossed the closed book behind him onto a chair.
"We spend months hiking through the Hinterlands and now that we're somewhere with things to do you are not going to sit around in the library." He leaned forward onto the table and was still shorter than Solas, seated. He grinned, a look that was simultaneously very friendly and more than slightly implied that they might be arrested for whatever he was about to suggest.
"Come on, Chuckles, let me show you the town."