"The Breach" had been stabilized, not closed as the Seeker had no doubt hoped. The elf who called herself "Lavellan" had survived and they had all made their way back to camp. Varric was itching with the stories he could smell in the air. He had noticed the way Solas was watching the other elf with equal parts not so subtle intrigue and want to dissect her. To make it even better the girl had noticed.
And the fact that Cassandra wasn't leaving the woman's side was not helping matters. Varric knew from firsthand experience that the Templar was slow to trust but he was nothing if not persuasive and he would never get the elf to open up about her ordeal under the disapproving harrumph-ing of Cassandra.
"Seeker, don't you have soldiers to spank or is that Ser Cullen's turn tonight?" He inquired sweetly. Both elves were now looking at him as if he had taken leave of his senses, talking to the sword happy lady like that. But he just flipped the tails of his duster over a rock and swept his feet onto Lavellan's startled lap.
"We three trouble makers will just sit here by the fire while you lament to Sister Mockingjay over there how crude and insufferable we are. It is well past night fall and fighting through hostile territory in the dark with our own lightening bug may not be the best idea." He gives a casual thumb to the elves still glowing palm. With a smirk at the still surprised looking elves Varric congratulates himself. He managed to get a captive audience at the same time as annoying the uptight seeker. That my friends is what we call a double win.
"So, let's start at the beginning with you oh nameless elf." He quirks at eyebrow at the Dalish.