Ghost Story

[Varric]

The dwarf's on direct response to that is a loud razzing sound. "You want company for when you met your niece?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Yeah," she agrees. "She's meant to be back with groceries soon. I expect we'll be meeting her sooner than later."

[Varric]

"Hopefully she didn't run into any trouble," Varric grumbles, still simmering at pretty much the entire village. "Give me a hand with starting lunch then? Gives us something to be doing when she arrives but where she'll be going herself."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian follows him to the kitchen, where they get to work preparing a simple salad with chicken for lunch -- something Varric can't burn, though he tries his hardest to overcook the chicken despite Marian's help. 

When the redheaded girl returns, a sack of groceries in her hand, Marian jumps, swallowing hard. Now? I wasn't prepared! 

"You must be Marian," says the girl, holding out a hand to shake as she shifts the sack to the other arm. "I'm Mari. That'll be less confusing anyway."

"Charmed," says Marian, sounding a bit faint. She does look like me... redhead, round ears, but she has the same nose, the same eyes.

[Varric]

"How did the shopping go?" Varric asks as he scowls at the fruit Marian badgered him into cutting up.

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, fine. A couple odd looks when I asked about mangos, but I guess that's more about being in the boonies than anything else." Mari gives a self-conscious laugh, good-natured about her own mistake. "This wasn't the summer vacation I had in mind, but hey, it's certainly different, that's for sure."

[Varric]

Varric snorts. "Boonies is a nice way of describing this place," he says bitterly. "Sorry. Still a little touchy about the whole malifcar and murderer bullshite on my own behalf. My thoughts on this cesspit in regards to the treatment  my Clan are," he hums softly for a second, "unfit for casual conversation."

[GamesMaster]

Mari nods. "Word. I ran into that paladin and his Bright friend on my way home. They're pretty creepy."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian blinks. Word...?

[Varric]

Varric hides the shudder at the slang and just nods. "They give you any trouble?"

[GamesMaster]

"Nah. Just the usual, who are you, where you from, that sorta shit." She shrugs.

[Marian Hawke]

"The sooner a Justicar gets here, the better," mutters Marian, frowning. 

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, word? You're looking for a Justicar? Why don't you just ask Mom?"

[Varric]

"Beg pardon?" Varric asks, blinking. Please stop saying that.

[GamesMaster]

"You know, Mom. Paladin, guard captain, and registered Justicar? She can do the whole truth zone, it's wicked for getting caught as a kid." Mari begins unpacking the groceries, popping a grape into her mouth as she does.