Hawke leaned on the wall of Varric's room in the Hanged Man. She had something to ask him. To her, it was important. Maybe not to him.
Varric settled into his chair and said, "What can I do for you Serah?"
"Oh hush up on the nice talk. You know why I'm here."
Varric raised and eyebrow. "Do I?"
"These...nicknames you've been making! They aren't even making sense! And how come every time I ask someone what theirs is, they won't tell me?"
"You have to find them out on your own."
"You are annoying." Hawke sighs. "What's mine?"
"I'll let you know when I find that out Princess."
"Princess? Really? Does that REALLY suit me?"
Varric shakes his head. "I'll find something."
As Hawke walks down to Anders's clinic, she hears voices.
The rouge quickly hides behind the wall and listems.
"I am serious Varric. I swear."
"You have GOT to be shitting me!" Varric laughes. "Well, Blondie, it works uut, doesn't it?"
