Varric Tethras/Dialogue

Varric and Anders

 * Anders: What?
 * Varric: Just wondering if the feathered pauldrons are an essential part of the moody rebel mage persona.
 * Anders: What are you talking about?
 * Varric: I'm working on an epic poem about a hopelessly romantic apostate, waging an epic struggle against forces he can't possibly defeat.
 * Anders: What do you mean “can't possibly defeat?”
 * Varric: Well, it's not a good story unless the hero dies.


 * Anders: I've always wondered, why is every surface dwarf a merchant or a smith?
 * Varric: You left out criminals and hired muscle.
 * Anders: They don't count.
 * Varric: We dwarves are drawn to shiny objects, sort of like Magpies, but with business sense.
 * Anders: You're kidding.
 * Varric: Of course I am. We come to the surface with the skills our ancestors had, Blondie. You think there's a tradition of Dwarf woodcutters in Orzammar? Bee keepers? Sailors?
 * Anders: Well, there could be mushroom growers and nug wranglers.
 * Varric: Orzammar will never let those people go topside. Too vital. Also, embarrassing.