Varric watched Laciel walk away, a bemused expression on his face.

[color=007236]"And here I thought he [i]liked[/i] Garn. He usually seems so engrossed when I tell those stories."[/color] Varric said, scratching the back of his head. He then shrugged.

[color=007236]"But yea, to the tavern we go!"[/color]

He walked in the general direction of the tavern, grinning. This had been quite the stressful encounter, but it seemed like it would work out. Tonight he'd have to work on that string of lovers though. If all else failed, then he'd just enlist Ezra.

Speaking of whom, Varric felt the wind kicking up behind him. He swore for a moment he heard a kid screaming, and he had a feeling someone was nearby.

[color=007236]"Gwen, do you mind laughing loudly while I talk about Ezra's penis size? I think he's watching us. Nature magic."[/color]