Mm? [Varric lifted a brow. For a moment, he considered rattling off the usual lies, ones that had almost become instinctual for the dwarf. It was only the fact that Vanille had been so open with him that stayed his tongue, at least long enough for him to consider his thoughts.]

[The truth, then.]

Named her after the woman who helped design her. It was another dwarf's invention, but he could never get it right. Bianca was... always smart, smarter than most of our race, really. Damn beautiful, too. [A wistful sigh escaped him.] She's what you might call the one who got away. If by "got away" you meant torn away from me by her family and the Guild alike.

It's... a complicated thing, really.