"How about the time Hawke met Flemeth? Did I ever tell you that story?"
"Wait, you met Asha'Bellanar? They used to talk about her sometimes in my clan," Sarliah stated, sipping her tankard of wine. "I'd love to hear the story."
"Hawke was fleeing Lothering, fighting off wave after wave of darkspawn with her family. They even killed an ogre after it had killed her brother, Carver. She had sliced through dozens of the undead bastards, but even the Champion has her limits. Marian is swarmed by them, no end in sight. A massive dragon falls out of the sky, burning every one of them to ash. Then the dragon transforms into Flemeth. Hawke convinces her to take them to the docks where she can sail to the magical land of Kirkwall. All Hawke has to do is deliver an amulet to the Keeper of the clan nearby. So, we get to the mountain and trek all the way up. We fought off hoards of skeletons and demons. When we make it to the top, our friend Merrill, Daisy, performs a ritual on the amulet.
"Out of the amulet pops none other than Flemeth. She had somehow put a piece of herself inside the amulet. She vaguely told us how it worked, but that magic stuff just gives me a headache. Then the crone went on talking about the precipice of change and whatnot before turning into a dragon and flying off into the sky."
"That's all rather ridiculous, Varric."
"It's true, my dear Inquisitor. Every word."
"Well, I have a story for you. So, it was my first trip to Denerim with Deylan, my best friend from the clan. We decided that it would be a fun idea to pull a prank on one of the sisters of the chantry. We went to the store and bought some candles, a jar, and a bear foot..."