Merrill set her glass down and look hurt, the kind of wounded expression only someone with her large, expressive eyes can get away with. "Are you doubting what I saw? Because I saw it, with my own eyes."
Isabela cast a stern glare at Aveline, who raised an eyebrow back at her. "Sorry, kitten," Isabela said. "I believe you. It just seems, so-- out of character."
Merrill shook her head. "All I know is what I saw, and that was Varric, canoodling by the fireplace with a woman. A striking woman, with shiny blue eyes and dark hair like Hawke's, and a giant eyeball on her chest."
"But-- that's a Seeker. A Chantry high inquisitor. Why would Varric-- and a human?" Aveline almost sputtered. "I don't doubt you, it's just... unbelievable."
"Unbelievable," Isabela agreed, and then leaned forward with a smile. "Unbelievably juicy. Like something out of Varric's own stories. Tell us more."
"Well." Merrill looked from side to side, then lowered her voice with a conspiratorial smile. "I shouldn't be spreading gossip, I suppose. But it can't hurt to tell you what he told me..."
And a few steps away, listening in from the stairway, screened by some carefully chosen plants. Varric couldn't help a smile of his own. His new protege was doing him proud.
Bar Stories, Varric/Cassandra, Merrill, Aveline, Isabela, G (minifill)
Merrill set her glass down and look hurt, the kind of wounded expression only someone with her large, expressive eyes can get away with. "Are you doubting what I saw? Because I saw it, with my own eyes."
Isabela cast a stern glare at Aveline, who raised an eyebrow back at her. "Sorry, kitten," Isabela said. "I believe you. It just seems, so-- out of character."
Merrill shook her head. "All I know is what I saw, and that was Varric, canoodling by the fireplace with a woman. A striking woman, with shiny blue eyes and dark hair like Hawke's, and a giant eyeball on her chest."
"But-- that's a Seeker. A Chantry high inquisitor. Why would Varric-- and a human?" Aveline almost sputtered. "I don't doubt you, it's just... unbelievable."
"Unbelievable," Isabela agreed, and then leaned forward with a smile. "Unbelievably juicy. Like something out of Varric's own stories. Tell us more."
"Well." Merrill looked from side to side, then lowered her voice with a conspiratorial smile. "I shouldn't be spreading gossip, I suppose. But it can't hurt to tell you what he told me..."
And a few steps away, listening in from the stairway, screened by some carefully chosen plants. Varric couldn't help a smile of his own. His new protege was doing him proud.