"If they have, they're keeping quiet about it. But it looks like they're keeping quiet about almost everything."
He steps back to admire his handiwork; it's...fine. The fence is wobbling a bit, complaining about Varric's mistreatment.
"A few years back a boatful of-- men from another land washed up shipwrecked in my city, Kirkwall." He was about to say Qunari, but he's adapting to his audience. "Without a ship, they were stuck in Kirkwall until their own people could collect them, so the city gave them their own little compound and sealed it off completely.
"I suppose we should be grateful we're being treated better than the Qunari."
He meets his companion's eye a little grimly. "For the moment."
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He steps back to admire his handiwork; it's...fine. The fence is wobbling a bit, complaining about Varric's mistreatment.
"A few years back a boatful of-- men from another land washed up shipwrecked in my city, Kirkwall." He was about to say Qunari, but he's adapting to his audience. "Without a ship, they were stuck in Kirkwall until their own people could collect them, so the city gave them their own little compound and sealed it off completely.
"I suppose we should be grateful we're being treated better than the Qunari."
He meets his companion's eye a little grimly. "For the moment."