[Varric winced dramatically, but he wasn't about to turn down a chance to examine this particular book. He took it from the guy as casually as anything and thumbed through it gently.It actually had smooth spots where fingers had worn down the cheap press-pulp paper scraps his editor had filled this edition with.]

This takes me back...

[Varric couldn't help but wax nostalgic a bit. It was a risky enterprise, Varric didn't have a considerable wealth of pleasant things to wax nostalgic about, but this was probably one of the better ones.]

First time I saw one of these....Maker, was this the first run that got a window spot? Shit, it was, wasn't it?

[Okay, so the book looked like it had spent the last several years in a trench, occasionally being set on fire and put out by stampeding gurn, but it wasn't so bad. Nostalgia counted for a lot. He just shook his head and passed it back.]

You ever decide you need a new copy, or if that one finally combusts, you let me know.