[And so he is. Granted Varric had half of a mind to shoo whoever was at the door away but... that wasn't exactly his style. After setting down a pilfered bottle of booze, he moved over to the door and opened it.]
How can I help you, Goldie? [His voice definitely sounded worn out.]
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How can I help you, Goldie? [His voice definitely sounded worn out.]