[Varric's total lack of experience with this shit is mostly what's making him wary. Giant gambling houses that probably only let the punters win enough to keep them coming back, and with him not even knowing the games? Yeah, he's just going to get hurled out the nearest exit with a few broken fingers if he tries it, and that's just if he's lucky.]

I do want to go hunting for it. Say, long enough for me to figure out what in the name of the Maker any of this shit is. [He jerks his head at some of the games going on nearby.

Varric admitting to not knowing what the hell he's doing? Must be snowing in Hell right now. Savour this moment, Loki.

He turns to head for the door, dodging past somebody who's looking a little bit too eager to get playing and isn't looking where he's going. As if that didn't even happen, he addresses the...human? Sure, that's all he's got to go by...again.] Varric, by the way. Varric Tethras.