Varric & Finnik
Finnik
Hey Varric, you ever come across a forest where the leaves sing in the morning? I spotted something odd last night that might make a great story.
Varric
Ah, a forest of singing leaves, you say? Now that’s the kind of tale that’ll make my next tavern crowd swoon. What was it that you spotted last night? A moonlit choir of birches? I’m all ears—let’s spin it into something that’ll have them asking for a second round.
Finnik
I swear I heard the pine needles tapping out a rhythm, like a tiny drum crew, and the brook over there started humming a tune that made the whole grove sway. Picture a moonlit circle of trees, each leaf shimmering, and the wind just soothes it into song—perfect for a tavern tale, right?
Varric
Sounds like the kind of thing that’ll have everyone snoring to the next round. Imagine me, standing in the middle of that moonlit circle, winking at the crowd while I spin the pine‑needle drum crew into a rousing opener. I’ll make the brook’s hum the backdrop for a swashbuckling adventure, and by the end, everyone’ll be begging for a drink—plus a few more stories, of course.
Finnik
That’s the spirit, Varric! Just imagine the crowd swaying as you spin that pine‑needle drum, the brook’s hum building the tide—then you drop the big reveal, and everyone’s eyes are wide. Bring that adventure to life, and the next round will be the best part!