This one is less romantic, but I'd had a dream of a song and so I wrote a cute little scene for it.

Tavern songs

It was a hot uncharacteristicly peaceful night in LowTown and a certain group of associates had decided to gather at The Hanged Man for cards and booze.

Fenris sat at a low wooden table in the hanged man, a large flask of dark wine in his hand. He eyed the people whose company he kept and sighed. "A blood mage , an abomination and a mage of noble standing with too much power. I might as well be back in Tevinter".

Merril, Anders and Hawke all reacted in slight annoyance and nothing more.

"Ah yes, misplaced angst is my favorite trait of yours." Varric teased "it even inspired a song I'm writing to the tune of iko iko"

Fenris scowled at his dwarven friend over his cup of wine as Hawke rolled her eyes and placed a card on the table. "Its not misplaced. Mages use magic for their bidding. It's not as if I'm blaming dwarves…and I'm not…angsty."

"What exactly would you call being upset over the same thing all the time then?" Merril chimed, showcasing her new ability to respond with passive aggressive wit instead of debating every offensive thing the Lyrium ghost had to say.

"What is iko iko?" Anders asked, ignoring the brooding elf as he had all night, picking up the card Hawke had put down and replacing it with his own.

"Old dwarven tavern song. A catchy little political tune—" varric started but stopped. " Isabella you're cheating. That's two cards." The dwarf laughed. The pirate sitting across from him clicked her teeth and pulled a hidden card from her breast and placed it in the pile of accumulating cards.

"Nug humper." She slurred picking up her mug of ale. "That's a drawven swear isn'it?" She chugged her drink and swung her empty container in the air to grab a waitresses attention.

"Indeed it is my inebriated friend. You've done your studies." Varric praised.

"I didn't know you'd taken up writing lyrics now Varric." Aveline questioned, leaning against her husband who'd slammed ,what he thought was, a winning card onto the table. Anders waved his finger and picked it up.

"An old habit" varric explained, patting a disappointed Donnic on the shoulder. "I have a few tunes I sing to Bianca every now and again."

Hawke chuckled. "Of course you do."

"I didn't know you sang varric! " Merrill enthused. "Id love to hear the song you wrote."

Varric slid his gaze to Fenris before laughing. The elf sighed and everyone listened.

"Anders Merrill and hawke

Apostates sitting by the fire

Fenris said to those mages

'I'm gonna set your staffs on fire'

Because he hates them (hates them) hates them (hates them)

Why won't they go away?

That elf knows magic will be the death of him some day. "

Varric gave a pretend bow of gratitude. Merril clapped for her friend with genuine support. "Thanks Daisy."

Isabella erupted in a fit of drunken laughter with the rest of the table chuckling with her.

Fenris rolled his eyes.

"You rhymed fire with fire!" Hawke accused between chuckles.

"The original song does the same. Dwarves were never known for their artistry with words my friend; outside of myself of course. " varric shrugged before holding up his last card and dropping it triumphantly.

"Keep making songs like that, and you'll be lumped in with the rest in no time." Anders sighed, sliding his loosing hand across to Hawke who gathered the cards.

"Deal me in this game." Fenris called to Hawke.

"Why, are you sure you want to play with mages? What if we use our magic to cheat?" Hawke patronized with mock concern.

"I'm sure it'll be too flashy for me not to notice." Fenris answered as she dealt. "I'll just have to watch you."

"Oh he'll watch her alright" Varric teased. Merril chuckled beside him.

"Really closely. Right below her neck" Isabella added.

Aveline sighed and Donnic cleared his throat. "Round 17 starts now."