"No title, here," Varric corrected with a casual, dismissive wave. "In fact, by dwarven standards, I'm technically casteless, but you know dwarves. Hang out in the sunshine just once and you're forever ruined and unfit to wander around in dank underground tunnels. It's harsh, living in relative, above-ground luxury, but I get by."

He shuffled his pastry and, fortunately, the snack was large enough that it didn't fit into the top of his flagon. With a hand free he held it out and waited for hers in return.

"As I said before: Varric Tethras," he reintroduced himself with ease. "I also answer to 'Handsome', 'Hard in Hightown Guy', and occasionally: 'Get him!'"