[Weird is, by definition, something exceptional or out of the ordinary. The things that Varric used to call weird, however, have started happening to him on such a regular basis that he's been forced to completely redefine the concept. It isn't something he's done conciously, but it's happened nonetheless, and today the full extent of this redefinition decides to smack him right in the face.

He's walking through the courtyard with a mug of...whatever passes for a caffeinated morning beverage this month when the weird kid harassing Barter Belle's shop catches his attention. Now, a spirit/abomination sitting on top of an Orlesian merchant's stall? Not that weird. Someone meticulously going through and shoving their face in a series of increasingly questionable bottles? That happens on a weekly basis.

But hearing a familiar dock chanty? This far from Kirkwall? Not being sung by Rivaini? That is beyond the pale...you know, comparatively.

Varric stops, mid stride, and just stares at the bizarre teenager...or probably teenager? His expression is utterly unreadable. After the teen hits the secondary chorus, Varric just can't help himself and interrupts.]

I can't tell if it's just that early or if someone slipped me something stronger than coffee but--hey, I admit, I'm curious. What did you do with the drunken sailor?