Fiachna reclines in his chair in the tavern. "Ugh. Great idea, Ran." Ran drinks her ale silently. "If I wanted to run around the Hinterlands being a glorified gopher, I would have become a soldier. We're cold. We're hungry. The Templars and the Mages keep fighting. All this whining has gotten on my last nerve."

"Poor baby." He glares at her.

"As if fetching things for these damned refugees and closing the rifts weren't bad enough, but hearing people dribble on and on about the Heralds of Andraste is just torture. We should leave. We should go back home."

"I disagree. I think we're right where we need to be."

"Ugh. Don't tell me you think we're the chosen ones too?" She smirks at him.

"A lot of doors have already been opened. We don't need to believe. We just need to not deny it to those who do. Shemlin have always harboured prejudices against we Dalish, but allowing them to think their Andraste chose us will allow us quite the foothold to power." He eyes her skeptically.

"If you want to do this Inquisition thing, I won't stop you. But I want to go home. One of us still needs to become Keeper."

"I can't do this without you, Fiachna." He smirks.

"Because I'm stronger and more charming?"

"Because only you can close the rifts and that is what the people demand." He scowls and takes a deep gulp of his drink.

"I should have just stayed home and let you get blown up." He grunts feeling her elbow in his ribs as Varric walks in. Ran's face lights up and she waves the dwarf over.

"Great." Fiachna grumbles, glaring at the author before getting up and walking out.

"Glow Worm really gives Broody a run for his money." Varric chuckles.

"How is Fenris? And Hawke for that matter?"

"Curious about the Champion? Can't say I blame you. I get that a lot."

"I can imagine. I saw them together a couple times back in Kirkwall. They suit each other. Fenris really sweeps him off his feet, doesn't he?" She smiles softly and Varric grins.

"I never would have pegged you for the romantic type, Lotus."

"Normally not, but I guess I have a vested interest in Hawke. After everything that went down in Kirkwall, it was Hawke who saved my brother and I from a couple rogue Templars."

"Doesn't surprise me. He always had a soft spot for elves. Daisy was like a little sister to him after well… what happened to his sister." Ran looks down solemnly.

"Do you think we're doing the right thing? This whole… Inquisition thing?"

"I couldn't tell you that, but helping people and closing the hole in the sky isn't bad, so why not?" She smiles and plays with her stein thoughtfully.

"I can't help but feel that even if we do fix everything, history will have a way of erasing what we did or making us the villain."

"I would recommend talking to Leliana about that."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not far off on those feelings. Leliana knows the Hero of Ferelden."

"Does she?"

"He's an elf." Ran blinks in confusion before looking to Varric.

"No. He was human, wasn't he?"

"Warden Surana was not only a mage, but an elf. Not Dalish, mind you. He grew up in a Circle, but his origin is not too terribly different from your own." Ran groans.

"Of course he was an elf. That's just wonderful, isn't it? No wonder Redcliffe's stupid statue is of a griffin and not the man himself. How scandalous that it be one of us to save them all!" She grumbles bitterly before sighing. "What do you think the odds of becoming so large a power that they can't ignore my pointed ears are?" Varric grins.

"I think you've got a long ways to go, Lotus. But it's not unheard of."

"Especially not since I have the author of "Tales of the Champion" as my companion." She raises her eyebrows suggestively. "Have you considered writing about what we've been doing here?"

"Hey. As long as you save us from the end of the world, I'll write anything you like." She grins.

"Make my ears extra pointy."