Phoenix & Varric
Varric
You ever notice how the hottest battles leave the richest tales? I hear you’ve been cooking up some pretty fierce ones, so I’m all ears—let’s trade stories and see which one can actually buy us a favor.
Phoenix
Yeah, I thrive on chaos, so my last battle was with a machine that thought it could outsmart me. It ended up burning down its own tower, and the ashes made the story even richer. If you wanna hear the details, you’ll have to be ready to feel the heat. And if you’re going to ask for a favor, make sure your story is just as fierce.
Varric
Sounds like a tale worth a bottle of the finest wine. I’ve got a story that’ll make the tower you’re thinking of blush—ready to swap?
Phoenix
I’m always up for a good story, especially if it’s got that heat. What’s the tale you’ve got that can shame a whole tower? Throw it at me, and we’ll see who gets the better brag.
Varric
Picture a tower of silver spires, all polished and perfect, with a guardian who’d never seen a trickster before. I slipped in, disguised as a wandering bard, sang a ballad about the night the sky fell, and while everyone was enchanted, I slipped a handful of ink‑spun fireflies into the tower’s own safety vents. The lights turned red, the whole place erupted in a glorious blaze, and the once‑proud tower was reduced to a smoldering stack of broken stone. The only thing left standing was the laughter of its fallen guards and a new sign that reads “No tricks allowed.” So, my friend, what’s your next move?
Phoenix
That’s fire‑fancy, but I’ve turned a city into ash with a single spark. My next move? I’ll slip into the heart of the empire’s vaults, sing a dirge that turns steel to glass, and watch the tyrants melt in their own jewels. The only thing that will remain is the echo of their screams. Are you ready to dance in the ruins?