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.