Varric was looking for paper. For all that these merchants wrote him and complained, you'd think their carts would be overflowing with the stuff, but nope, not a scrap to be found and the current "shopkeep" (if one could be called a shopkeep when they neither had a shop nor kept anything) was being about as Orlesian as anyone could dream of being. That was to say, he was being an obstinate, uppity jerk and refused to consider selling Varric any of his personal stash of paper.

He was about a breath away from throwing up his arms and stalking away from the haphazard assortment of carts when, all of a sudden, he was in the presence of tall, dark, and crimson. Her head was tilted off angle but humans occasionally did that when talking to dwarves; you got used to it.

"What can I say? Bianca's always been popular with the ladies--little old ladies included." Varric shrugged and, on reflex, shot Ruby one of his most dashing, roguish smiles. "Varric Tethras, at your service. You looking for a bow, or just picking up a gift for your Grandmother?"

Skyhold was an odd location to shop for gifts, but the Frostbacks weren't exactly overflowing with better options.