Varric
"You're cheating dwarf" I accuse nonchalantly.
Varric opens his eyes wide and feigns innocence (badly). "I would ask you to prove such a shameful allegation before trying to besmirch my sterling character, elf! For shame!" he says. Meanwhile I spot him shifting something in his sleeve.
I smile and shake my head. In a thousand years I would never have thought that I would meet someone like Varric and come to consider him a friend.
Varric is a cheater, a liar, a shameless busybody, and could probably have someone killed without ever hearing a word about it again.
That being said; I know that I could trust Varric with my very soul if necessary.
If Hawke is the fearless leader of our merry band, Varric is the mother hen that makes sure everyone plays nice and is doing well.
"I could teach you how to play, Broody. I mean, if you're ever only going play with Blondie or Daisy, then fine, keep it up. But if you want to play with the big kids, then I could teach you a thing or two. You can at least bluff. That face of yours is made of granite. I'll give you that." Varric declaims benevolently.
I roll my eyes and tally my loses.
"By learning to play, you mean learning to cheat." I point out.
Varric keeps his face looking noble and proud. Yes, he means cheating.
"Okay. Why not? Maybe I'll get some of my money back from Isabela" I say shrugging.
Varric gives a whooping laugh. "Don't get ahead of yourself there, Broody. I said I'll teach you, I didn't say I'd make you the champion of the world. There are some levels of cheating that are too sublime to be tampered with. The lovely Rivaini is one of those paragons."
We have a laugh and order another round of drink so Varric can teach me "how to play".