Hiya guys, sorry I am dragging the meeting of the characters out here. I know, I know! Bad Luna! But honestly please just tell me what you guys want, and as long as it keeps in with the story then of course your wish is my command! I thought I'd round up a few introductions or the start of them in this chapter. People always seem to run to Hawke for help whilst she's working other jobs! I am really relying on spell checker but I am trying not to do so terrible with my spelling! This is rather short, it's basically just a bit of Varric!
Chapter three
The start of introductions
"Sorry my dear, dear dwarf. I got distracted by another offer of work! I came in with the pure intentions of buying a pitcher of varren piss and bringing it straight to your humble abode when I was ambushed by a woman wearing nothing but a table cloth!" Hawke said dramatically, making Varric chuckle at his new friend's humour.
He took a look at rivaini woman at the bar and just nodded in agreement. "Table cloth indeed! More coin to save for this blighted expedition however! So, what is on the agenda today?" Varric asked.
Life had certainly become more interesting with Hawke about. And he'd only known her a week. He smiled at the thought of what could happen in a few months if he just stayed by this loveable rogue. He'd already found out her biggest secret within days of meeting her. They'd hit it off like a house on fire and she had told him, making him promise never to tell a living soul. Junior hadn't been impressed, but she had insisted on telling him as they were going to be business partners, so he had the right to know the truth about her. Varric also knew that Hawke would sooner die than use her abilities, not that she would ever need such things; she was skilled with those twin daggers of hers.
"Well, we need to see Aveline; she mentioned last night she had some work for us. Then there's your dear friend Anso who you said had an "easy" job for us. And then you said that there's a Grey Warden in town that might help us get some maps, so we'll go meet him and see if we can't play a good game of swapsies! Later on I've agreed to help the, ahem, lady over there that has misplaced her clothes," Hawke recited, with a hint of humour laced throughout.
Varric laughed again at her quick wit and humour, maker, he could see him and Hawke being friends forever. She was easy to get along with, charming, in fact, and not bad on the eyes for a human.
He had known Hawke a few weeks, and already he swore he would protect his new best friend. Not that she needed it but there was something soft and broken in her eyes. She wouldn't let on what it was, in all the time he had spent with her these last few weeks he had never known her to get upset or disheartened by anything that happened. She always had a quick comment with a bit of humour in there, but Varric could see something underneath and it made him wonder what haunted her so.
He had a good feeling about Hawke though and all the way through his life he had relied on that beautiful son-of-a-bitch that was luck. He smiled at that thought.
They drank the last of their morning ale and started to walk to the keep. It was going to be a long day.