Aveline: You know the Tethras family businesses are registered in your cousin Elmand's name?Varric: You don't say?Aveline: But I can't find any record of you having a cousin Elmand.Varric: I'll introduce you some time. He's a little on the shy side.Aveline: Varric. He's imaginary.Varric: Which makes him a much better head of the household than I am. He never misses the Merchants Guild meetings, for one.
Bianca: You'll have to stop by before Bogdan gets back. You should see my new workshop.Varric: I'll see what I can do. You know your family will kill me if I stop by, right?Bianca: They're not gonna kill you.Varric: You always say that, and they always send assassins.
Merrill: Is there a story behind Bianca?Varric: There's a story behind everything, Daisy.Merrill: So tell me!Varric: I can't.Merrill: Why not?Varric: There was a girl, and I made a promise. Bianca is the only story I can never tell.Merrill: You can't say that! Now I want to know even more!Varric: That was the idea, Daisy.
Varric: You never did tell me why you dragged me to Haven, Seeker. I mean, what could I have told the Divine that you couldn't say yourself?Cassandra: I thought she needed to see the chest hair for herself.Varric: Er... Say again?Cassandra: I thought she needed to hear it from the horse's mouth, as it were. I also knew she would ask you to help us.Varric: Help the Inquisition? Me?Cassandra: A crazy thought, I know, yet here you are.
Cassandra: Have you heard from any of your Kirkwall associates, Varric?Varric: You're asking me? So you don't read my letters?Cassandra: You're no longer my prisoner, much as you like to act like it.Varric: Yet I still get all the suspicion.Cassandra: I am not without sympathy, especially given recent events.Varric: Why, Seeker, I would never accuse you of having sympathy! By the way I tend to refer to my "associates" as "friends." Maybe you're not familiar with the concept.Cassandra: (sigh)
Varric: Maybe I've been too hard on you.Blackwall: Oh, so you don't think I'm dreadful now?Varric: Actually, I thought you were boring before. Completely different. We're all dreadful. Every one of us, fundamentally flawed in a hundred different ways. That's why we're here, isn't it? Take all the risks, so the good people stay home where it's safe. With the whole "Blackwall" thing, you told a story so compelling even you started to believe it.Blackwall: That's much nicer than saying "You're a dirty liar.", I'll take it.Varric: A storyteller's got to believe his own story, or no one will.
Iron Bull: By the way, Varric, you write some nice fight scenes.Varric: Well, thank you. I'm surprised you think so. They're not exactly realistic.Iron Bull: I figured that out when the good guy did a backflip while wearing a chain mail shirt.Varric: And that didn't bother you?Iron Bull: Back in Seheron, I fell on a guy who tried to stab me in the gut. I felt the blade chip as it went through my gut and hit my back ribs. But I was alive, and on top. I sawed through the armor on the rebel's neck, back and forth, until it went red. I don't need a book to remind me that the world is full of horrible crap.Varric: Impossible swashbuckling, it is.
Varric: Seriously? Swords and Shields? How did you find that serial? Scrape it off the bottom of a barrel in Dust Town?Cassandra: It was research! I thought I might learn more about the Champion.Varric: I did write a book about the Champion. You might remember it. Had your knife stuck through it, last I saw.Cassandra: I already read that one. Twice.
Varric: Think you'll ever go back to Nevarra, Seeker?Cassandra: Why? Are you eager to see me go?Varric: I wasn't, actually. But, now that you mentioned it...Cassandra: How do you know I wouldn't just drag you along?Varric: Be still, my heart. I've grown on you.Cassandra: Like fungus.
Varric: Okay, try it again, you'll get it.Cole: Knock, knock.Varric: Who's there?Cole: Me.Varric: (Sighs.) Me who?Cole: Me. And I'm telling a knock-knock joke.Varric: Um... that was... closer. Keep trying.
Solas: Is there at least a movement to reunite Orzammar and Kal-Sharok?Varric: What is it with you, Chuckles? Why do you care so much about the dwarves?Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars.Varric: I can think of worse lives.Solas: How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight?Varric: I suppose it depends on the quality of the fermented fruit juice.Solas: So it seems.
Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could've been, never fighting back.Varric: Ha, you've got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?Varric: In that story of yours—-the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone. You thought he gave up, right?Solas: Yes.Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone. That's the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you've got, it takes. And it's gone forever. The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That's as close to beating the world as anyone gets.Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.
Anders: I just realized it's been a while since any of the gangs in the Undercity came to my door.Varric: They're busy people. Places to go, throats to cut. Maybe you've slipped their minds.Anders: Right. The apostate running the free clinic in the sewers. Easy to forget. You didn't have anything to do with this?Varric: You must have me confused with someone else! I'm just a businessman and a storyteller.