She's on her way to the great hall when she sees him - although it's the cover of the book he's currently engrossed in that catches her eye first, making her stop in her tracks.
Swords and Shields. He's reading Swords and Shields, her favorite chapter, right out in the open and - almost too conveniently - right in her path. For a moment she wonders if it's a trick, some awful joke of Varric's, but...no. No, it couldn't be. He has no idea that she reads that series, and never will. Besides, despite his claims otherwise, Varric doesn't know everyone in Thedas. He's likely never met this man.
Cassandra looks around nervously. There's no sign of the dwarf, no sign of anyone (she hopes) who might...recognize the book, and she makes her way over, trying and failing to act casual. In reality, she ends up looming over the man sitting quietly on a bench, her intense stare one easily mistaken for anger rather than nervousness. She'd been at the training dummies all morning, and still wears her armor, the white sun-and-eye symbol of the Seekers of Truth bright and white against the black metal.
"How is your book?" It's not...the friendliest greeting, but then, it could have been worse. Although she might have been better off if her questions didn't sound quite so much like an interrogation. Or an accusation. "Are you enjoying it?"
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Swords and Shields. He's reading Swords and Shields, her favorite chapter, right out in the open and - almost too conveniently - right in her path. For a moment she wonders if it's a trick, some awful joke of Varric's, but...no. No, it couldn't be. He has no idea that she reads that series, and never will. Besides, despite his claims otherwise, Varric doesn't know everyone in Thedas. He's likely never met this man.
Cassandra looks around nervously. There's no sign of the dwarf, no sign of anyone (she hopes) who might...recognize the book, and she makes her way over, trying and failing to act casual. In reality, she ends up looming over the man sitting quietly on a bench, her intense stare one easily mistaken for anger rather than nervousness. She'd been at the training dummies all morning, and still wears her armor, the white sun-and-eye symbol of the Seekers of Truth bright and white against the black metal.
"How is your book?" It's not...the friendliest greeting, but then, it could have been worse. Although she might have been better off if her questions didn't sound quite so much like an interrogation. Or an accusation. "Are you enjoying it?"