In an abandoned mansion, a woman in black armour, with a symbol that resembled an eye in the middle of the sun, was waiting. Two men then arrived dragging a dwarf, who strangely did not have a beard, though his amount of chest made up for that and looked roughly 40 years old.
Once they entered the living room, they forced him into a chair and began to rub his forehead. He then had a nice drink at a local tavern when the men barged in and dragged him off.
"I've had gentler invitations," he said.
The woman in the Arma then stepped out of the shadows; she had short black hair and appeared to be in her 30s.
"I am Cassandra Pendergast, Seeker of the Chantry," she said.
She then motioned her head, telling the two men to leave, which they did so without argument. The author noticed that the two wore similar symbols, though they were different from Cassandra's, the eye and sun, but they also had a blade delved into them. He was clearly talking to two different organisations, which had something to do with the Chantry. In all honesty, he had been expecting this house call for some time.
"And just… what are you seeking?" he asked, though he knew the answer to that question.
"The Champions," she said bluntly.
"Care to be more specific?" he asked, being nonchalant.
That was clearly the wrong call as Cassandra immediately marched up with burning fury in her eyes.
"You know exactly why I'm here?" she yelled with a voice that was capable of being heard all the way down into the Deep Roads.
She then promptly struck him in the face with a book, which fell wide open on the table and then pointed a dagger straight at his throat.
"Time to start talking, dwarf," she said threateningly. "They tell me you're good at it."
Then, to make her point, she plunged the dagger into the book. The dwarf picked it up and instantly recognised it as he had been the one who wrote it.
"What exactly do you want to know?" he asked calmly.
"Everything. Start from the beginning," she said.
The dwarf merely looked up at her and smiled. "Surely you read my book, or do you not trust the words written by Varric Tethras?"
"I want the real truth," she said.
"And what makes you think that what I've written isn't the truth?"
Cassandra narrowed her eyes. "Because you were there! You knew them before they rose to the rank of Champions!"
"Even if I tell you everything, I do not know where they are now," he said.
Cassandra turned around frustratingly. "Do you have any idea what's at stake here?"
"Let me take a guess," he said, looking rather smug. "Your precious Chantry is falling to pieces and has put the entire world on the brink of war! And you need the one person who can help you put it back together."
"The Champions were at the heart of it when it all began," said Cassandra. "If you can't point me to them, tell me everything you know."
"You aren't worried that I'll make it up as I go?"
"Not at all."
The dwarf smiled and leaned back in his chair. "You'll need to hear the whole story."