Literature
Scoundrel
He'd been watching her for a long time.
Within her first year of being in Kirkwall, Hawke had done many things to make a name for her self. When the underworld was littered with that last name and the actions that had followed along with it, the sly dwarf knew he had to get at least a sight of what this Fereldan wonder was to see if the stories could possibly true. After all, Varric knew good stories when he heard them, being a master storyteller himself. If there was merit to these tales, he would know, and if there wasn't, well then it would just be another night to wrap up in the Hanged Man with the bitter taste of ale and disappointment