[He could have kissed the ground when he landed on it. He didn't, but it was a close thing.
But here they are, solid ground. And it's phenomenal. If he wrote a book about this, everybody in Thedas would laugh into their cups. It's beyond his imagination - it's beyond a hundred or a thousand years of imaginations.
...He's going to get into everything.]
a. FINE DINING
[He doesn't recognise any of this food, but the magical little whatsit - MID, and it's technology, not magic (Andraste's ass, how is he going to keep up with this) - seems to give out infinite gold in its own little way, and the waiters assure him he's getting the best of everything.
He's in the middle of the second course, examining the MID and trying to make sense of the blighted thing, when he notices somebody in a familiar uniform. It probably looks better on them than on Varric, who is 4'9'' and thus had to roll the arms and legs several times just to not trip up or fumble everything.
As soon as they make eye contact, he pushes the opposite chair out a little with his foot - it's a small table; only reason he can even reach - and waves over a waiter.] Pull up a chair, I'm starting to feel lonely over here.
b. GAMBLING
[Since he has unlimited gold already, this is the most useless venture under the Maker's fat arse. But he wants to see how these people gamble - and hell, it might be fun.
If you see Varric loitering around the wonderfully lavish casino, watching the games with his arms folded, feel free to come up to him - or he'll come right up to you if you're wearing a uniform. He's annoyingly social.]
I almost feel sorry for these poor sods. [He jerks his head at the craps table - not that he knows that's what it is.]
c. ...OUTSIDE A BROTHEL
[Look, he's window shopping. He's not buying.
He could be high brow about this and say that you can learn a hell of a lot about a culture by the way it treats the world's oldest profession, and maybe that's true. But if there's one great equaliser in the world, it's brothels. The people here are going to be able to tell him a hell of a lot about this planet from an angle he actually cares about.
And if there are any dwarves on this planet, at least one of them is going to be here. Count on it.
He's going to be too busy eyeing up the entrance in a decidedly thoughtful manner to actually notice any Moira crew, but he'll definitely start talking if you talk first.]
ERIS-6578: LIAM NEESON'S WHOLE CAREER
[When he wakes up, it's to the taste of blood in his mouth. He's had that before. He spits it with a grimace - fuck the gold carpet, it deserves what it gets - and squints around. There's blood sticking his eyelids together on one eye and he wipes it away with a grumble as he pushes himself to his feet.]
Shit... [They've taken Bianca, but a quick pat down of his pockets reveals that they've left most of his other weapons - the garotte hidden in his bracelet, a dagger in the lining of his coat, lockpicks in his boots, a vial of poison...well, you get the idea. He likes to be prepared.
The room is lavishly beautiful, like almost everywhere else he's been on this planet, but when he squints, there's a blood stain not quite hidden by the rug and side table placed over it. He lets out a long breath, shakes off the last of the murky unconsciousness in his head...and that's when he notices the other person in the room, marching up to where whoever they are is just waking up and kneeling by them.] Hey, you alright? Internal organs all where they should be?
Varric Tethras | Dragon Age
[He could have kissed the ground when he landed on it. He didn't, but it was a close thing.
But here they are, solid ground. And it's phenomenal. If he wrote a book about this, everybody in Thedas would laugh into their cups. It's beyond his imagination - it's beyond a hundred or a thousand years of imaginations.
...He's going to get into everything.]
a. FINE DINING
[He doesn't recognise any of this food, but the magical little whatsit - MID, and it's technology, not magic (Andraste's ass, how is he going to keep up with this) - seems to give out infinite gold in its own little way, and the waiters assure him he's getting the best of everything.
He's in the middle of the second course, examining the MID and trying to make sense of the blighted thing, when he notices somebody in a familiar uniform. It probably looks better on them than on Varric, who is 4'9'' and thus had to roll the arms and legs several times just to not trip up or fumble everything.
As soon as they make eye contact, he pushes the opposite chair out a little with his foot - it's a small table; only reason he can even reach - and waves over a waiter.] Pull up a chair, I'm starting to feel lonely over here.
b. GAMBLING
[Since he has unlimited gold already, this is the most useless venture under the Maker's fat arse. But he wants to see how these people gamble - and hell, it might be fun.
If you see Varric loitering around the wonderfully lavish casino, watching the games with his arms folded, feel free to come up to him - or he'll come right up to you if you're wearing a uniform. He's annoyingly social.]
I almost feel sorry for these poor sods. [He jerks his head at the craps table - not that he knows that's what it is.]
c. ...OUTSIDE A BROTHEL
[Look, he's window shopping. He's not buying.
He could be high brow about this and say that you can learn a hell of a lot about a culture by the way it treats the world's oldest profession, and maybe that's true. But if there's one great equaliser in the world, it's brothels. The people here are going to be able to tell him a hell of a lot about this planet from an angle he actually cares about.
And if there are any dwarves on this planet, at least one of them is going to be here. Count on it.
He's going to be too busy eyeing up the entrance in a decidedly thoughtful manner to actually notice any Moira crew, but he'll definitely start talking if you talk first.]
ERIS-6578: LIAM NEESON'S WHOLE CAREER
[When he wakes up, it's to the taste of blood in his mouth. He's had that before. He spits it with a grimace - fuck the gold carpet, it deserves what it gets - and squints around. There's blood sticking his eyelids together on one eye and he wipes it away with a grumble as he pushes himself to his feet.]
Shit... [They've taken Bianca, but a quick pat down of his pockets reveals that they've left most of his other weapons - the garotte hidden in his bracelet, a dagger in the lining of his coat, lockpicks in his boots, a vial of poison...well, you get the idea. He likes to be prepared.
The room is lavishly beautiful, like almost everywhere else he's been on this planet, but when he squints, there's a blood stain not quite hidden by the rug and side table placed over it. He lets out a long breath, shakes off the last of the murky unconsciousness in his head...and that's when he notices the other person in the room, marching up to where whoever they are is just waking up and kneeling by them.] Hey, you alright? Internal organs all where they should be?
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