[Varric had set to wandering the halls after a short stint at the party. He'd be back later, but he'd made a promise. The kid had to be somewhere, and he wanted him to know that there was a shoulder waiting for him, should he ever need it.]
[The paper and pen in front of Mischievous' room was obvious enough. He knelt before it and scribbled something down, then pushed it beneath the doorway.]
This how we're doing things? It's Varric. Can we talk?
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[The paper and pen in front of Mischievous' room was obvious enough. He knelt before it and scribbled something down, then pushed it beneath the doorway.]
This how we're doing things? It's Varric. Can we talk?