[Too bad Varric very often doesn't stick to what people generally name each other. But for now, he gives a genial grin.] My pleasure, Loki.

[Maker, he can't get used to this city on the outside. It's all metal. It's a dwarf's wet dream and worst nightmare all in one unbearably cruel utopian testament to truly talented craftsmanship. He loves it. Bartrand would hate it. Good.]

Why, those are my favourite kinds of gambling games. The kind where telling the truth is discouraged. Which is why it pains me to tell you I haven't got a shitting clue where to even start with what they're playing around here. I don't suppose you know Wicked Grace? Diamondback?

[He's probably barking up the wrong...planet...here, but oh well. The Maker loves a tryer.]