Anna sat down at the table in Varric's room at the Hanged Man.
"So, you're a noble now," Varric said.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
"You don't seem too excited by that."
"I bought the estate for Mother. It was something Bethany and I agreed to do. If it was just me I would just have a room here. Or sleeping at Anders's clinic," Anna said.
"We shouldn't have went down into that blighted hole," Varric said. "We both lost our families."
"At least Bethany is alive. Unhappy with me. But alive."
"Too bad Bartrand's still alive."
"Would you really kill him if you had the chance?"
Varric sighed before answering.
"No," he said. "I might hit him. A lot. Maybe let Bianca wound him. But I wouldn't kill him."
They were silent for a moment.
"Mother said she is going to try and find me a suitable husband," Anna said.
"Where is she going to look?"
"In Hightown, probably. Among all the Nobles."
"I can't wait to hear about all the suitors she brings around," he said with a laugh.
"To family," Anna said lifting her mug of ale. "May they continue to cause us headaches."
"Hear, hear," Varric said tapping her mug with his own.