"Mine still there? I want to start calling you V."

"I think you've started something, Anya."

"I'm a trendsetter. It's a great and terrible burden."

"None of you. None of you are allowed."

"Well. As pleasant as this has been, some of us have work to do tomorrow." Aveline pushes back from the table and stands. She hands a few coins over to Varric. "Nice meeting the two of you. Hoping it stays that way." 

And with that, she departs.

"Something I said?"

"Nah, she's a bitch. Thinks she's better than us because she has a real job."

"I have a real job."

"Job-having-person? Woah. What do you do? Profession handsome man?"

"Oh, we're keeping you. I'll hire you to follow me around, showering me with praise."

"You're going to hire someone to do for you, what you do for Hawke? Hawke doesn't even pay you."

Varric gasps. "Blondie, you're right! I should start billing Hawke."

"New business venture! I want in. Share the wealth."

Varric laughs. "We'll bankroll it after the expedition. Charmer and Tethras."

"Ooooh. I feel so special. Charmer, I like it. Though: expedition? Tell me more."

"My brother and I are going to make a small group of people insanely rich."

"And to reiterate, I am so not helping you."

"Seconded," Anders laughs.

"Sounds ominous and also very intriguing."

"Bartrand got word of a very old thaig, untouched, since before the darkspawn. And, well, after a Blight's the best time to head into the Deep Roads."

Tabs shudders. "Yeah, I'm with the shemlen. No caves full of nightmares for me, thanks."

"You have no idea."

"I mean... pretty architecture? Abundant riches? Um. Yeah, that's all I have. Sounds terrifying!"

"And profitable! Hopefully we won't have to war with the nightmares too much. Would be nice to have an early warning system, though."

Varric looks pointedly at Anders.

Who looks away, and busies himself retying his hair.

His shirt falls open a little bit.