"I won't be wasting money-- I could make a heft sovereign if I sold them, y'know? You're too humble, even some of the Ashara clan I came with read your stories," she rested her chin on the heels of both her hands, widening her grin even more. Varric's voice was like home, a little worn, but took the age well. "I want all of them, though I'm quite busy here with cleaning and repairing things." she would have to steal time in the evenings and hide her treasures so no one else would bother her for borrowing.

"Don't you worry about me, I can look after myself. The Templars are... well, not quite the same as I expected. I suppose Kirkwall's Order really was strict. I mean, they're not friendly by any stretch. Grim faces and scowls all the time. They haven't hurt anyone, though-- especially the mages." They seemed to be holding back, following an example of the Commander-- who she still couldn't believe was Cullen.

"A week, I haven't been here long. Last I heard of you, you'd been taken in by a Seeker." was that where he'd gotten his new scars? The frown on her face seemed to speak through her whole body. "No one knew where you'd gone, no one would speak to me about it."