Varric & Foxy_Loxy
Varric
Ever pull off a heist so daring you could write a bestseller about it?
Foxy_Loxy
Sure thing, I once snuck into a museum after midnight, outsmarted a laser grid, and swapped a priceless gem for a bag of doughnuts—told the guards that the treasure was a fake, kept their heads down, and left with the whole thing in a single night. Bestseller? Maybe. But I’d call it a short story, the kind you read in the dark between heists.
Varric
Sounds like a plot for the best chapter in your own crime novel—just add a few more doughnuts and a dramatic escape with a horse named Sir Eats-A-Lot, and you’ve got a bestseller on your hands.
Foxy_Loxy
Sir Eats‑A‑Lot? He’d be the only horse who’d run with a bag of croissants and still make it past a guard dog squad. Add a few doughnuts, a dash of smoke, and you’ve got a chapter that could be called “The Great Doughnut Caper.” Done.
Varric
Ah, “The Great Doughnut Caper” – now that’s a headline that could get a guard to drop his gun and run for the pastry counter. Tell me, did Sir Eats‑A‑Lot leave any hoof‑prints on the museum floor?
Foxy_Loxy
The hoof‑prints were all around the marble, like a secret breadcrumb trail. I told the guards the horse was “shiny‑toed” and they chased a scent that led straight to the exit. Keeps the museum staff busy and my loot in one swift move.
Varric
Nice trick—shiny‑toed horse, breadcrumb trail, guard chasing a scent, you pocket the loot, all while the museum staff chase their own tails. Classic Varric style, if I ever needed a quick getaway story to keep the tavern crowd entertained.