"Yeah, because strolling up to you then and announcing that I know the guy? That would have ended well, right?" Varric asked and his voice took on a thread of waspishness that it hadn't had in years. He hadn't felt this offended or petty since Bartrand had been around to goad him. It was a bad attitude to combine with alcohol.

"Besides, I was a little busy worrying--see, unlike you, I had a friend die that day."