Varric let out a huff of laughter at that, and thumbed through his stack of letters. He didn't usually mix correspondence like this but, seeing how he intended to throw all this Orlesian complaining into the fire as soon as he'd replied to them, he wasn't too worried about the few questionable pieces getting away from him.

"Now, it's not polite to go naming cartels in mixed company," Varric replied in a tone that was certainly not anything as suspicious as whispering but definitely not loud enough to easily overhear.

The letter he finally extracted from the pile was unmarked and banal in every way it was possible to be. He held it up and offered it to the elf over his shoulder. It was unsigned and short. Except for some unspecified complaining about delivery men and blatant attempts to extort truly exorbitant fees out of him, the only information was a note Varric had scrawled on it earlier. It wasn't particularly incriminating, not as far as intentionally vague notes on undoubtedly illegal documents went, just the name of city on the Orlesian side of the Frostbacks.

"But, if you're interested in something challenging...there's a middle man who's holding onto some goods I arranged delivery for. He's actually trying to charge me import tariffs! The nerve of some people."