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Blackwall, watching the herald break into a house "say, Varric..."
Varric who's smirking and leaning against the wall, watching the herald, "yeah?" He briefly turns his head to look at the warden.
Blackwall leaned to the side, putting more weight on his right leg, "aren't they supposed to be..." he gestured around the herald, "holy or whatever, but at least good?" He looked at Varric.
"What do you mean? I find it completely honest and innocent to break into a home while the owner is out using the last of their coin." He chuckled then sighed, "you know... they actually remind me of Hawke"
"The champion of Kirkwall? You knew them?" Blackwall turned to face the dwarf completely.
"Knew them? Heh, we were besties"
The warden looked at the other, "besties?"
Varric shrugged "their words, not mine"
He smirked, "point is, I knew Hawke, we travelled together and got into lots of trouble... kinda what we're doing with-" he flicked his head towards their leader.
Blackwall hummed, "so what you're saying is that Hawke was also a thief?"
"And technically a murderer, but-" he scoffed while grinning "I think we all have that title, even if justified."
"Aha!" The herald unlocked the door and entered stealthily, Varric smirked and shrugged, "I think it's a hero thing."
"I've never heard of the hero of ferelden do that" Blackwall raised an eyebrow while following the other.
"According to our very own spy master, who travelled with the hero before they became the hero-" he gestured around them, "she says they were, what did she say again" he paused for dramatic effect, "right, they would make an excellent bard."
"A bard?"
"Or I also heard the Antivian crows wanted to hire them as well."
Blackwall felt his entire innocent take on the hero shatter... along with the champion of Kirkwall.
"They're both criminals..."
"Well" Varric patted the door to the house lightly, "so is our good leader"
The herald unlocked a chest, and proceeded to take everything they could get coin for.
"Maker help us..." The warden sighed.