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Varric Tethras - Inbox

(Varric's IC Inbox, for all letters, notes, fan-mail, death-threats, and other such correspondence. All messages from Sebastian Vael will be summarily ignored and placed into the Sebastian Vael pile.)

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[One evening when Varric goes to his usual spot in the Great Hall he'll see a new addition to the rest of his things: a single book. Should he decide to pick it up he'll see the title right on the cover:

Templar Tomfoolery: Saucy Little Tales from the Barracks

--which pretty much says what it is; a rather saucy book that Varric probably knws had been banned from the Chantry. Turning it open will see that it is compiled by a Senior Enchanter Wentworth Higginbottom, and that there is a note that had been tucked underneath the cover.]

Mr. Tethras -
I found this book lying around in Skyhold and I think you would appreciate this more than anybody else. Consider it thanks for the new copy of Hard in Hightown that you gave to me a while ago. I Hope you enjoy it.

[The note is finished with a simple 'Bruce' at the corner. Varric is totally free to flip through the pages, and if he does so he'll see that some of the names have been replaced with the names of the resident Templars now in Skyhold. That however wasn't done by Bruce's hand, as a quick check of the handwritings will tell.

Either way, the book is now in Varric's possession. He can enjoy it as much as he wants.]

[ Enclosed with a list of various texts on Spirits and Possession. ]

Varric,

I know you've some network of one manner or another for the discreet acquisition and distribution of various goods. Emphasis on discreet. To that end I have included a list of texts, both books and scrolls, that would be useful in a current research endeavor of mine. If you hear or see anything here, could you send it my way? I will pay whatever you ask so long as it's reasonable.

With regards,

A. LeBlanc

All right, Varric, your next villain: a mad Knight-Commander who slaughtered everyone under his care for not being faithful enough. A purging of sorts.

I've gotten some playing cards with dirty drawings for the face cards. When I'm back, I'm bringing them over and letting you beat me.

[As if Varric needs Anders to let him win.]

Just so you know: you're my new hero, for the way you spoke to that pompous, self-righteous Templar asshole earlier. It was a thing of beauty, and I'd love to buy you a drink or few the the next time we can get together. You more than deserve it.

[ When Beleth speaks, her voice is quiet and timid. Docile, because she messed up and now Varric is upset, and she has to fix that. ]

...Varric, I'm sorry that I wasn't very nice to your friend.

[ She's not strictly sorry about being a jerk to Dorian, but she's sorry that it was Varric's friend that she was a jerk to. ]

I wasn't trying to say anything against the Herald, I promise. I wasn't trying to agree with Alayre, either. I mean, I'm...not really the chantry's, um. Biggest fan. Someone had to explain to me what the Divine was.

[ Pause. Clear throat. Continue. She wants to continue her explanation, tell him that she just wanted to stop the arguing. But that would make it sound like she was trying to excuse her behavior. ]

But--It doesn't matter what I was trying, because what I accomplished was hurting your feelings. And that's not acceptable. So--I'm sorry, Varric. And if you don't forgive me, I understand, because I did something without thinking of how it would effect the people around me, and that's not acceptable either. But I just wanted to let you know that--I'm sorry.

Varric, when you've a minute, I wanted to speak with you. Warn you, really, and ask a favor.

I wrote a book. And a pamphlet. I need to know how to publish them.

Varric? I'm supposed to ask you to please not stab or otherwise injure, maim, or kill Zevran if he "has" me.

Thank you!

( although katell successfully stopped gwen from continuing the conversation, she did not manage to persuade her it would be a terrible idea to make good on promises made during, which is why the orlesian elf maid delivers to varric contact details for comte emeric vauquelin, a patron of the arts primarily based in halamshiral.

she does not wait for a reply. )

Hello Varric, I'm still alive.

[Sounding tired, worn out and beaten up, but alive.]

Just so you know, so is Aveline, Isabela, and everyone else. I hope you're still alive up there in Weisshaupt - you'd better be or I'll be there in a week to turn everyone into a frozen statue. I mean it. I might have to crawl there, but I will.

By the by, I have a brilliant idea for a new romance novel for you, if you ever want to tread those boards again. Please, please be alive so you can laugh at my horrible idea.

Thank you for helping try with the ritual. I hope not too many people pressed you for truth? Seeing as I didn't have to heal anyone from crossbow bolts in the day or two after, I'm assuming they didn't.

Varric, it's Ruby.

( Does she sound mischievous? She sounds a little mischievous. )

How do you feel about friendly competition?

[ and Aveline has put this off long enough, she supposes. Time to keep her end of this bargain. ]

Varric. I have... [ trying and failing not to sound as hesitant as she seems-- ] a small favor to ask of you.

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A PRESENT

Written, current

Sending crystal - during the hullabaloo with Alayre

Sending crystal, shortly after Alayre

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[sending crystal]

Sending Crystal

sending stone

i'm sorry

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Sending Crystal - 28th Bloomingtide

Crystal, I meant to do these like two weeks ago...

crystal; I'm so sorry

sending crystal.