When Varric entered the main floor of the tavern, there was drama bubbling.

He yawned and stretched. He had just spent about five minutes listening to a story by Ezra. A rather silly story about a contessa street fighter who apparently gained the love of two minor nobles by drop kicking a shark.

Varric wondered about Ezra, then. For a little while they had kinda...skirted the line.

I mean, of course they fucked. Varric was pretty sure he'd made Ezra's lips bleed, Varric STILL wasn't walking straight, and Varric's whole neck was just one giant hickey, as did Ezra.

But actual emotion?

Varric liked Ezra. The man was his friend. He genuinely cared about him. But...it was the same issue with the flowers.

Varric didn't WANT to settle down. Maybe someday, but he had years till that would be okay.

From the chaos, Varric learned that Alixanna was missing. Varric quickly thought back. After a moment, he frowned.

This wasn't one of his pranks. He wasn't going to turn Alixanna invisible until tomorrow.

Oh Sweet Petal Princes. He formed a plan.

[color=007236]Step One, Find Guinevere[/color]