"Ariadne, pleasure to meet you," Varric replied as he shook her hand. She seemed especially pleased, if not a little embarrassed to be chatting with him. If he didn't know, for a fact, that she was from another world, he would have assumed she was a fan of his. All things being what they were, however, he could only wonder what that whole expression was about.

He wasn't about to point it out and ask, of course. He was a rogue but he had some tact.

"So, apart from assisting wayward dwarves toward the pastry table, what do you do so far around Thedas, Ariadne?"