There are nine thousand tales in the City of Chains...

[tallishtales.livejournal.com]

But I'll wager not one of them is quite like mine. And now, here I am in a whole new city of stories, all of them just piled up and waiting to be told, and nobody with any real flair to tell them until now.

So! Fellow refugees of narrative! Let me know why your story needs to be told. I'll make you famous. Immortal, you could say. And my rates are very reasonable. You can find me any evening down at the Nancing Phony (and never was an inn better named), and assuming you're properly heroic, we should be able to work out a distribution deal pretty painlessly.  Varric Tethras, at your service.

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[tallishtales.livejournal.com]

Reason enough to take my payment in drinks, perhaps.

[wilddog.livejournal.com]

I believe I can manage that. If anything, it would provide a welcome distraction.

[tallishtales.livejournal.com]

What do you need distracting from?

[wilddog.livejournal.com]

Look around.

[tallishtales.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more specific. City filled with magic, things like tiny qunari that call themselves trolls, a sudden spate of divorces breaking out across the island... there are a lot of distractions here, Elf.

[wilddog.livejournal.com]

Of course. A city filled with magic, and the only familiar face I've seen for some time now was that blighted mage. It must be my birthday.

Those trolls are interesting, I'll give you that. You ought to try interrogating the one I live with. He might be more inclined to explain his culture to you.

[tallishtales.livejournal.com]

Thank, Elf. I may do that.

Just Blondie, hunh? No sign of Hawke or Daisy or any of the others?

[wilddog.livejournal.com]

If they are here, I've not heard a word from them.

[wilddog.livejournal.com]

And I... actually understood your little pet names. Ugh.

[tallishtales.livejournal.com]