A/N this is my first attempt at a story so I apologise if it's not very good. I have spent a lot of time reading others stories on here and I have been so impressed its inspired me to try and write my own story. My main inspirations comes from a few writers on here and I hope that I can be as good as you. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think.

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As she stood on the docks gazing up at the city, she let out a loud sigh. Finally her journey had ended, Finally she had made it here.

"What's up sweet thing? I thought you would be happy to be here now".

She looked up and after pushing her sopping hair out of her eyes, gazed up at the pirate who had come to greet her. Despite the hard wind and the heavy rain, the pirate was dressed in her usual attire - a tunic which left nothing to the imagination, thigh high boots and a blue bandana that held back her long black curls. Her daggers glinted in the light from the torches that lined the docks and every time she moved you could hear the jingle of her golden necklace.

At the sight of this she couldn't help but laugh to herself, a fact that didn't escape the pirates notice, who in return gave a saucy little smile. She walked up to her old friend, gave her a quick hug and turned back to look at the city. After a moment she turned back to the pirate, who gave her a wink.

"Shall we then?"

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Varric Tethras was bored. He sat at a table in the corner of The Hanged Man watching everyone around him drown their sorrows in cheap ale. He looked down at his own mug and found he couldn't bring himself to finish it. He sighed and sat back in his chair, his hand briefly stroking Bianca his beloved crossbow.

Nothing interesting was going on in Kirkwall, the expedition was on hold for now till they came up with some more money; so this had left him with spare time - too much spare time. He went through a list of ideas in his head but came up with nothing - just like he had for the last two days. They needed 50 more sovereigns to be able to leave for the Deep Roads and no matter what he couldn't think of a way to came up with it, and fast, because he couldn't bear to listen to Bartrand bleating on at him anymore. He sighed once more and got up to leave, but as he finished chucking money on the table and went to pick up Bianca the door to The Hanged Man slammed open and in shot two people.

He turned to look and the first thing he saw was long tanned legs wrapped in brown leather - Ahh that was Isabela the pirate. She had appeared about a week ago but he hadn't really had the chance to speak to her yet. After watching Isabela brush her hair off her face and try to pat herself dry, he turned to look at the person stood next to her just as they lowered their hood.

As she lowered her hood, she shook out her long golden hair, and tried to get it sit flat to no avail. As she was doing this Varric moved his eyes down to carry on evaluating the newcomer, and as if sensing that he was looking at her, she turned her eyes to look at him and he was taken aback by the hostility in her violet depths and he found he couldn't look away. As if deciding he wasn't worth the trouble she looked away and he found that he could breathe again, he gave himself a little shake and thought to himself

What the hell was that...

Carefully he looked back at her as she removed her soaking cloak, to see that she was wearing all black.

How strange he thought to himself.

A long, tight black tunic, hung over black leggings and black boots. Strapped to either thigh was a small dagger in a leather holder and as she turned around to hang her cloak up he saw she had two swords strapped to her back. As she turned back around to face Isabela who was asking her something the light caught her throat and Varric saw that she was wearing a silver necklace with a ring hanging down. Though the ring was plain on the outside he could just about see that it had an inscription on the inside. As he was trying to make out what it said, she turned a bit and he saw that she had a tattoo on her arm.

What the hell is that?

As she turned her arm around a bit more he saw that it was a dragon that wrapped around her bicep, the head starting just under the shoulder and the tail ending just before her elbow.

Well well well, my evening just got a bit more interesting...

He sat back down, and as the serving girl walked past, asked for another ale. After settling himself into his chair, he put Bianca back down and started to get his notebook and pen out, the first few sentences already forming in his head.

"Varric Tethras?"

He paused what what he was doing and looked up to those violet eyes again, the same hostility evident.

"Yes my dear, how may I help you?"

She looked at Isabela for confirmation who in turn nodded and smiled at her as if to encourage her. She turned back towards Varric

"I heard you know everything that goes on in this city and I need your help to find someone."

I feel sorry for whoever she's looking for.

"And who might that be?"

She bit her lip and paused as if questioning whether to continue, and stayed that way till Isabela elbowed her in the ribs. She looked at the pirate and sighed and turned her gaze back to him. This time he noted her eyes were sad and scared.

What the...

"I need you to help me find the Hawke Twins"

Well well well, my night just got very interesting indeed...