The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"That's her, huh?" says Marian, quietly. 

[GamesMaster]

"Yes, and don't stare," says Dandy, tucking into the food. "You're undercover, remember?"

[Varric]

Varric takes another moment to force his gaze towards his plate. "I- she-" He swallows thickly, not really hearing the others. "What-" She's- when did- why didn't she tell- why didn't- how could she- with- but why would-

[Marian Hawke]

"D'you think that's why she wrote?" wonders Marian. "Because there's something wrong with the pregnancy? Childbirth can be dangerous if you don't have the right healers on hand."

[GamesMaster]

Dandy scoffs. "With her money? She's sure to have the right healers, girl."

[Varric]

Varric shakes his head slowly, trying to focus. "She- she barely has a couple grand. Ba- Her husband has control of their vault," he mumbles. And her Clan control of him, but she's not important to them aside from- from her- from-

[GamesMaster]

"Sure, but it's his kid too, ain't it? No way he's risking that."

[Varric]

"Probably," Varric agrees, taking a slow breath. "But..." Another slow breath and he fixes Dandy with a glare. "You could have warned me," he hisses.

[GamesMaster]

He blinks. "What? I thought you knew. Isn't that why you're here?" he asks, honestly surprised. 

[Varric]

"I-" Varric reaches up to rub his forehead. "...maybe," he finally mutters. "She wasn't... very detailed." Loosely speaking, no details is 'not very.'

[GamesMaster]

He nods. "Lots of rumors about Lady Tethras, you know. Lots of interest. Dining alone like that's only the start of the weird shit."

[Varric]

Varric's attention snaps to Dandy with almost tangible force. "Talk."

[GamesMaster]

He smirks a little. "Ah, it's a little hard to remember -- so many rumors, let's see..." he hints. 

[Varric]

Varric leans in. "Talk now," he says very, very quietly. "I don't have time for fucking games, Dandy. I pay my debts."

[GamesMaster]

He spreads his hands, leaning back a bit. "Alright, alright," he grumbles. "So the first and foremost is, she dines there every Caelday, like I said, yeah? But always alone. Why alone? No husband? She stares into the distance like she's thinking of someone -- rumor has it there's a young man somewhere that eats alone every Caelday thinking of her. Romantic dross, but there it is. Nobody can agree on who he's meant to be. If he exists, I'm sure he doesn't live here. Maybe a surfacer?"