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"What'cha workin' on now?"
The Inquisitor's smile was bright, warm, like the fire that crackled nearby in the hall of Skyhold.
"The latest edition of... hey, shouldn't you be in the War Room right now, Cadash?" Varric grinned back at the other dwarf. "Curly is probably sweating his locks off, thinking that you've ran off again."
At this, Thura laughed, leaning onto Varric gently. "What if I have run off again?" They mused softly. "What's the harm in that?"
"Tsk tsk," Varric chuckled, shaking his head. "Pursuing such romantics with a serial author can cause plenty harm. I would know, I write those sort of tragedies!"
"I'll be the judge of that, Tethras," they returned.
"One who inquires or makes inquisition."
