[She likes that he enjoys her sense of humor, meeting her blow by blow with some amusing interjection or another. Makes the whole journey more fun, knowing she'd in pleasant company.]
Don't forget the struggle of getting webbing out of your hair. I think I'd risk getting mauled by a bear than the ages it takes to wash out sticky webs. The poison is just the shining star on that shit cake.
[But then bear breath was particularly rancid as well, and bear claws hurt. She's sure this place has its own terrifying beasts about, but at least she's glad she won't have to deal with the particularly local brand of beasts that Thedas had to offer ever again. But she makes a musing sound as she considers his appearance again, curious.]
I thought so. I have a friend from home that's Dalish, but the markings were a dead giveaway as well. I knew of another elf with such but well, he's certainly not Dalish as far as I know, so I thought I'd at least ask first.
[Said other elf not having his markings by choice, but she leaves it at that note because even if he's sleeping Fenris' history isn't hers to tell. She nods for Sen to go on with his questions, though her eyes light up at the mention of Varric. Could it be possible? Wait, of course it could be possible, an opportunity like this is far too good for him not to be around snooping in it's business.]
Loves to twist everything he sees into yet another thrilling tale for his novels or to tell patrons at a bar? [She laughs, thinking of the stories she's heard him tell, the banter they've had over the years.] I've known him for years. Do you know him too, or are you just a passionate fan of his works?
[Like a baby with an ambiguous conscience and a love for shiny things even.]
Bears don't like anyone, or anything. Yet another reason I stick to the sea more than I travel by land if I can help it.
[She's a little surprised for a few reasons when he confirms that he knows Varric. For one, he was always the type to brag or spin people he knew into a story or another for his own profit or amusement, and she'd never heard of Sen before. Secondly...Conclave?] Conclave? I can't say I've heard of that before.
[Maybe Sen was a friend he knew from years past? She and Varric had in common being companions going along with the crazy things that popped up in her life, so she can only go with an old friendship.]
Aww, I always knew he liked me. That's not a title of his that I'm familiar with though. [Though it seems familiar, especially with the mention of Champion of all things. Did it also involve Hawke too, somehow?] What's it about then?
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[She likes that he enjoys her sense of humor, meeting her blow by blow with some amusing interjection or another. Makes the whole journey more fun, knowing she'd in pleasant company.]
Don't forget the struggle of getting webbing out of your hair. I think I'd risk getting mauled by a bear than the ages it takes to wash out sticky webs. The poison is just the shining star on that shit cake.
[But then bear breath was particularly rancid as well, and bear claws hurt. She's sure this place has its own terrifying beasts about, but at least she's glad she won't have to deal with the particularly local brand of beasts that Thedas had to offer ever again. But she makes a musing sound as she considers his appearance again, curious.]
I thought so. I have a friend from home that's Dalish, but the markings were a dead giveaway as well. I knew of another elf with such but well, he's certainly not Dalish as far as I know, so I thought I'd at least ask first.
[Said other elf not having his markings by choice, but she leaves it at that note because even if he's sleeping Fenris' history isn't hers to tell. She nods for Sen to go on with his questions, though her eyes light up at the mention of Varric. Could it be possible? Wait, of course it could be possible, an opportunity like this is far too good for him not to be around snooping in it's business.]
Loves to twist everything he sees into yet another thrilling tale for his novels or to tell patrons at a bar? [She laughs, thinking of the stories she's heard him tell, the banter they've had over the years.] I've known him for years. Do you know him too, or are you just a passionate fan of his works?
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[ Not that she likely needs it. She just seems to exude confidence. ]
Ugh, don't remind me. I was in a bath for hours this one time after coming back from the Storm Coast. But, it was also plagued by bears.
[ He sighs very deeply at that. ] Bears really don't like me.
[ But, ahhhh. The description of a dalish elf and elf with other markings as well her knowing Varric?
Well, he's almost assured of who this is. ]
Actually, I do. He was one of my companions back in Thedas. We met during the Conclave. [ Or well the debacle that happened during it. ]
But, I see...so you're the favourite pirate Captain, Isabela. I read about you in his "Tale of the Champion".
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[Like a baby with an ambiguous conscience and a love for shiny things even.]
Bears don't like anyone, or anything. Yet another reason I stick to the sea more than I travel by land if I can help it.
[She's a little surprised for a few reasons when he confirms that he knows Varric. For one, he was always the type to brag or spin people he knew into a story or another for his own profit or amusement, and she'd never heard of Sen before. Secondly...Conclave?] Conclave? I can't say I've heard of that before.
[Maybe Sen was a friend he knew from years past? She and Varric had in common being companions going along with the crazy things that popped up in her life, so she can only go with an old friendship.]
Aww, I always knew he liked me. That's not a title of his that I'm familiar with though. [Though it seems familiar, especially with the mention of Champion of all things. Did it also involve Hawke too, somehow?] What's it about then?