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IV) Varric
"And then... I don't know, Hawke did some shit or other... I forget. Norah!" called the dwarf "Another ale!"
The serving woman glared at him, and swept off with a disapproving sniff.
"Uh... messere?"
"Yes my friend?"
"I think you should turn in for the night. You are very drunk..."
"Nonsense! NORAH!" Varric bellowed for the hundredth time that night. "Where's my ale?"
"Yell at me once more, dwarf, and best customer or not, I'll have you thrown out on your arse!"
"Bullshit Norah! Don't you know who I am? I am the best liar in the world, and I can always tell when someone's bluffing!"
"Best liar in the world? I think I might challenge you for that title, Tethras" hiccuped the already sloshed Isabela as she slid into the chair next to him.
"Nah, I win hands down, Rivaini. You may've lied to us for four years -nice work keeping that up, by the way" the dwarf said almost admiringly. "But you weren't the one who helped carry Hawke home. You weren't the one who said to her fully conscious face that everything was going to be ok and that she'd make it through this..."
He took a long swig of ale. "And she believed me!" he slurred. "See? Best liar in the world!" he said as his lower lip began to tremble.
"Awh, nugshit..." he declared. Right before he passed out.