Varric & Zeraphin
Zeraphin
Varric, I’ve been digging into a forgotten legend about a city that could talk to the wind—thought it might make a neat story for your next crowd. What do you think?
Varric
That sounds like a fine yarn—an enchanted city whispering to the wind could make my next tavern tale the stuff of legend. Just make sure the wind doesn’t start asking for a drink!
Zeraphin
I’ll weave the tale so the wind sighs but never shouts for a pint, perhaps a whisper of a glass of mist instead. Just keep the story a little breezy, and the tavern will stay quiet enough for the audience to hear the city’s secrets.
Varric
Ah, a whispering wind and a glass of mist—now that’s the kind of subtlety that keeps a crowd on their toes. I’ll make sure the city’s secrets drift just right, so the tavern stays hush‑hush and the audience gets the full breath of the tale. Just remember: if the wind starts demanding a round, I’ll have to negotiate the price with a wink.
Zeraphin
Sounds like a delicate dance—just a hint of the wind’s longing, and the tavern can keep its silence. If it does beg for a drink, let the wind know that only a sip of starlight counts as payment.