Varric stared and, after a beat, recoiled slightly. He recognized the voice, if not the muck covered elf-person responding. He had a witty comeback about narrative inevitability, and another about how not even dragons would eat anything they found in this dump, but he let both pass as he stared, incredulously.
"Well shit, Lucky? Is that you?" Varric asked loudly. He hadn't actually paid much attention to the news about the elf that ran off, just the rumors of a wild tongue lashing and latrine duty. In retrospect he should have expected it was Gavin; this was not because Gavin was cowardly and prone to desertion, but rather due to the elf's penchant for making and exacerbating unfortunate mistakes.
"I couldn't tell. You're just covered in--" Varric paused and shook his head. "I don't want to know what you're covered in, actually, but it hasn't killed you yet."
Narrative inevitability only came crashing down on people if it wasn't ironic as shit...and this was certainly shit. Hopefully it was the ironic kind.
"Leave it to you to get stuck with this job in the Fallow Mire of all places."
I can't believe I forgot about their CR. Silly me.
"Well shit, Lucky? Is that you?" Varric asked loudly. He hadn't actually paid much attention to the news about the elf that ran off, just the rumors of a wild tongue lashing and latrine duty. In retrospect he should have expected it was Gavin; this was not because Gavin was cowardly and prone to desertion, but rather due to the elf's penchant for making and exacerbating unfortunate mistakes.
"I couldn't tell. You're just covered in--" Varric paused and shook his head. "I don't want to know what you're covered in, actually, but it hasn't killed you yet."
Narrative inevitability only came crashing down on people if it wasn't ironic as shit...and this was certainly shit. Hopefully it was the ironic kind.
"Leave it to you to get stuck with this job in the Fallow Mire of all places."