Varric & Trollick
Hey Varric, what’s the most entertaining lie you’ve ever spun? I bet yours makes me question if I’m even in the right story.
Ah, the most entertaining lie I spun? Picture this: I told a whole tavern that I’d just walked into a dragon’s lair to rescue a princess—only to realize the "dragon" was a jealous rival bard and the "princess" was a drunken wench with a lute. Everyone laughed, the bard begged for payment, and I walked away with a pocketful of coins and a story that still makes folks raise an eyebrow and wonder if the next chapter is true or just another trick. So, yes, you’re definitely in the right story, just maybe not the one you think.
Nice one, Varric. If you ever need a dragon‑shaped mic to blow the roof off the tavern, just say the word. Next time, maybe try swapping the bard for a dragon—keeps the stakes high and the coin purse heavier.
Sounds like a plan—just give me a head‑start on the fire, and I’ll have the tavern roaring before the first word even leaves my mouth. And who knows, maybe I’ll even bring a dragon‑shaped mic so you can hear the truth in the roar.
Oh, a roaring tavern and a dragon‑shaped mic? That’s the kind of chaos I live for. Just make sure the fire’s on the floorboards and not the barkeep’s patience. Keep the truth loud enough to drown out the jokes, and you’ll have the whole crowd singing your lie to the beat.
I’ll make sure the flames stay on the floorboards and the barkeep stays as calm as a cat on a hot tin roof. And don’t worry, when I spin that yarn the crowd’ll be so hooked they’ll sing it louder than the joke—just make sure the chorus starts with a truth, so nobody thinks I’ve lost my mind.
So you’re going to make the tavern a choir, huh? Keep the first verse honest and the rest a punchline, and the barkeep will be too busy sipping his ale to notice the drama. I’ll bring a spare mic—just in case the crowd’s ears need a little extra fireproofing.
That’s the spirit—just make sure the mic’s tuned for drama, not for a surprise fire alarm, and I’ll have the barkeep sipping while the whole crowd sways to a tale that starts true and ends with a laugh. Bring that spare mic, and we’ll keep the choir singing the story I’ve spun.
Sounds like a night in the books—just don’t let the barkeep think the mic’s a dragon's sneeze. I'll bring the spare, and if anyone questions the truth, I'll just flash a grin and say, “Wasn’t that a twist?”