[That little observation gets a snort from Varric. Not that he's ever been anywhere that's human-only - those places exist, sure, but way out in the backwaters of Podunk, Anderfels or something, where he has exactly zero desire to be - but eh, he gets the idea.] Demons often wear a familiar face, and all that. Figuratively speaking.
[And, depending on where you go, literally.
The human is pretty preoccupied with the ceiling after that, and Varric has no earthly idea if it's dizziness, zoning out, or genuinely looking. Either way, flipping a fancy-looking table as he goes -] I always wanted to do that. [ - Varric heads for the armoire against the wall, which, aside from being ornate and glossy and too fancy to be real outside of a noble's wet dream, looks a bit less...technological than most things. The lock - there's even a keyhole! - clicks very satisfyingly when he picks it, the doors swing open, and...]
...Huh.
[He steps aside, though the human can probably see over his head anyway. Neatly displayed against the back wall of the armoire is one large, heavy-looking axe, and some kind of large, ridiculous two-handed monstrosity of a bladed weapon he's never seen the likes of before. Neatly displayed though they may be, the liquid spattering both the blades and the bottom of the armoire's cupboard is unmistakeably blood. Even though it runs the gamut from blue to green to red.]
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[And, depending on where you go, literally.
The human is pretty preoccupied with the ceiling after that, and Varric has no earthly idea if it's dizziness, zoning out, or genuinely looking. Either way, flipping a fancy-looking table as he goes -] I always wanted to do that. [ - Varric heads for the armoire against the wall, which, aside from being ornate and glossy and too fancy to be real outside of a noble's wet dream, looks a bit less...technological than most things. The lock - there's even a keyhole! - clicks very satisfyingly when he picks it, the doors swing open, and...]
...Huh.
[He steps aside, though the human can probably see over his head anyway. Neatly displayed against the back wall of the armoire is one large, heavy-looking axe, and some kind of large, ridiculous two-handed monstrosity of a bladed weapon he's never seen the likes of before. Neatly displayed though they may be, the liquid spattering both the blades and the bottom of the armoire's cupboard is unmistakeably blood. Even though it runs the gamut from blue to green to red.]