Garryn didn’t want to admit he’d been having doubts lately, well, not even lately. He’d been having doubts ever since Belgond Knurla in Ferelden on the ruins of old Ostagar. How could he be King, he wasn’t ready to be king, fucking damn Darkspawn killing his father and running them out of their home, it was all their fault really. Ever since then he’d been stumbling around in the dark feeling like he was the blind leading the blind.
Garryn shrugged, sipping his drink thoughtfully. "Not too bad, I'd say. Usual political stuff, but we're making progress." He glanced at the coinage she was sorting, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Seems like you're having a profitable night, though." Garryn had heard stories about Varric, but then what dwarf hadn’t, even in Orzammar he had a reputation that preceded him, probably the most famous surface dwarf in Orzammar. He envied Varric, man of his own fate.
Garryn shrugged, sipping his drink thoughtfully. "Not too bad, I'd say. Usual political stuff, but we're making progress." He glanced at the coinage she was sorting, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Seems like you're having a profitable night, though." Garryn had heard stories about Varric, but then what dwarf hadn’t, even in Orzammar he had a reputation that preceded him, probably the most famous surface dwarf in Orzammar. He envied Varric, man of his own fate.
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