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 The greater the risk, the greater the profit, Athenril and Varric
Athenril
Posted: Dec 21 2011, 04:17 PM


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It took a certain kind of twisted logic to be able to call visiting a pub for a few pints of stale ale "working," but Athenril happened to be just the sort of woman (and just the sort of lush) to apply that kind of thinking. Any excuse to have a few drinks, but visiting The Hanged Man. It was the best place to take the city's pulse, as nearly everyone from all walks of life set aside their differences to come together with the common goal of forgetting their troubles and imbibing fermented goods.. It seemed like the only people in Kirkwall who never took refuge inside this tavern were the Qunari. Maybe they would be more agreeable after a few drinks.

For the observant, this place could provide a wealth of opportunities of both the personal and professional varieties. All it took was a bit of patience and a set of open eyes and ears. Athenril was far from a patient person, but the ale helped quite a bit. The elven smuggler sat quietly in her usual corner table, eyes open wide and slender fingers wrapped loosely around the mug that held the over ripe tasting ale The Hanged Man was rather unfortunately known for. Though her appearance was relaxed and calm, her mind was active, taking note of all the faces she recognized, ally and enemy alike. At this mid-evening hour, there were quite a few of both. It was just the right time for those who kept normal hours to take a nice break from a day of hard work before going home.

Of all the different people she saw here, the handful of dwarves caught Athenril's attention the most. There were quite a few dwarves of whom Athenril was quite fond, and she did really want to like them as a whole--they had no ingrained animosity toward elves, which made them that much better than humans. However, as a criminal in Kirkwall, a rather large number of her rivals and enemies were of the dwarven race. Between the Carta thugs that swarmed like rats in Darktown and the merchants guild at her throat in Hightown, it was instinct to assume the worst of most strange dwarves she saw. She hated the humans who did this to elves, and now she was doing the same.

Athenril peeled her gaze off of the small group of dwarves and scanned the room once again. Nothing else of particular interest caught her attention, and so she looked back down at the ale in front of her and took another long swig. Maker, how could this place be so popular yet completely unable to brew a decent ale?
Varric Tethras
Posted: Dec 23 2011, 07:49 AM


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From up in his parlour, Varric could hear the nightly crowd at the bar reach its peak- was it already that time of night? Grinning, the rogue placed his quill beside the roll of parchment he had been writing on (nothing terribly important, but an engaging activity, nonetheless) and descended into the hustle and bustle of his favourite watering hole. Instantly, he was greeted by a large portion of the crowd- the regulars, of course. Mainly Lowtown workers who gathered there nightly to have a few drinks, get into a brawl or two, and listen to a dramatic re-telling of Hawke's latest heroic deeds- and a few of his own, of course.



There were, of course, many patrons who didn't recognize the finely-dressed dwarf. As a port, Kirkwall always got all manner of visitors. However, even as he waved his greetings and shared in celebratory toasts while making his way to the bar, he couldn't help but see a familliar elven face in the room- Athenril, the smuggler.

Athenril's men were usually a quiet bunch- did their work (cleanly, which was a bonus), and stayed out of the merchant's guild's way when possible. Overall, a relationship as healthy as anything between merchants and smugglers could be. Sure, there was the occasional clash, but this was Kirkwall- most people wouldn't even know the meaning of the word 'harmony', let alone practise it.

With a wave to the barkeep, a fresh flagon of ale was placed before Varric as some of the more enthusiastic patrons crowded around him hoping for a story, a free drink, or even both. Grinning, he raised his drink into the air in proclamation
"A round of your best for everyone!" he yelled as a cheer ripped through the room. As the serving girls scrambled to pass out drinks, Varric took one and walked over to Athenril's table, handing her a flagon. Was she waiting for someone? No-one, especially not an elven lady such as herself, came to a tavern to drink by themselves, after all.
"That means one for you too, Athenril" he said with a grin as he passed her the ale.

Even if it was just to have a harmless drink, it was important to Varric to find out what Athenril was up to- knowing her, she probably expected that the dwarf would try as much. Bartrand might be the one in charge of exchanging goods but to Varric, information was far more valuable.
Athenril
Posted: Dec 24 2011, 03:58 PM


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A smile that was partly genuinely pleasant and partly sly curled onto her lips when she saw Varric's face. Most people who visited the Hanged Man regularly knew of him. Not only was he almost always there, but his face was not an easy one to forget. It was not everyday you saw a surface dwarf with more hair on his chest than on his chin. On a personal level, she could be friendly enough towards this dwarf, but on the professional level his associations with the Merchant's Guild were reason enough to be cautious. He was not a direct threat at this time, but he had the potential to become one.

Athenril graciously curled her fingers around the mug that held her knew ale. She took a moment to raise the glass in thanks before bringing it to her lips. This ale was a definite improvement over the restrictions her typically frugal tastes usually placed. Varric seemed to be more generous than she imagined. No more stale ale tonight! This pint was fresh enough to hold the warm taste of fermented grains and the crispness of hops. Much better than the swill she usually drank that had the taste of sawdust and standing water.

"Varric," she answered. "You might be the most generous dwarf I know. If I didn't know you had a habit of buying drinks for everyone, I might start to think you were looking for a favor." Her tone held only a faint hint of playful sarcasm. Only faint because she knew better than to rule out that possibility so quickly. After all, wasn't everyone looking for some kind of a favor?

She kept her eyes on the dwarf as she lowered the mug of ale to place it back on the table. "Haven't seen you in a while, I hope you're doing alright?" Her question was just as much as a pleasantry as it was an investigation. With her smuggling business it was always necesary to keep herself aware of the goings on with the Merchannt's Guild, or anyone associated with it.
Varric Tethras
Posted: Jan 8 2012, 05:33 PM


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"Favour?", Varric chuckled as be brought his own flagon to his lips, downing the contents as if it were water. "Why, everyone in this world wants a favour!" he grinned. He may have been known for putting on the act, but even the youngest of the Tethras' knew that the world outside the Hanged Man was about as much fun as getting a dagger to the face- and that was when things were going well!

"Thankfully", he added charmingly, "I'm not just anyone" just knowing that you're keeping your men to yourself is favour enough to me the dwarf added silently. Athenril and her smugglers were rarely good for business, but normally the Merchants Guild left them to their own devices, as long as they didn't get too carried away. Or at least, he left them- if it were Bartrand, he'd order the entire company killed just to eliminate all the competition- Athenril probably didn't know how lucky she was that it was Varric she had to deal with instead of his more shrewed brother.

But that wasn't a topic for the tabletop.

"Well", he replied. "I've been around, just been helping a new friend in my down-time. No doubt you've heard of Adrian Hawke? She's getting quite popular these days", he explained with a grin. Of course, he hadn't been at all involved in the girl's sudden rise to fame (or was that infamy? he could never quite tell). The less he spoke of the merchants guild, the better- this was, after all, no idle conversation between friends. "Even Bianca likes her! And you should know how hard she is to please!", he added with a smile.

"But what of you?" he asked- her actions were definitely more interesting than his own. "It's unlikely that such a lovely young lady would be at the Hanged Man to drink alone" He had cast the line out to her now, but would she bite? If she let slip something- anything, the nights' activities would be worth it. If not? Well, an empty conversation with an 'old associate' would simply have to suffice.
Athenril
Posted: Jan 10 2012, 03:37 PM


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Athenril lifted her mug of ale and let a playful smirk curl onto her lips before bringing it up to her lips and swallowing another mouthful. She liked the way Varric spoke: always laying on the charm and often seeming like he skirted around the truth. Her own mannerisms were more blunt and straightforward, but maybe learning how to conduct herself with more charm would prove useful, and this would be a fine chance to practice. The smirk stayed on her face as she lowered her mug to place it back down on the table. Maybe she could make a game of it.

The smuggler tilted her head slightly as the dwarf's words left her feeling a bit perplexed. She was sure Varric would want one thing or another, yet the words he said led her to believe that he had no requests to make or favors to ask. As Athenril lifted her mug to take another swig, she decided that there was certainly the chance that he was hiding something or that he might have something in mind later. It would be simpler to just accept what he had to say and leave it at that, but Athenril never trusted simple.

Her smirk softened into a more pleasant smile as Varric went on. Even though the elf was more inclined to spend her time thinking about professional matters, Athenril welcomed the chance to take a break. "Heard of her? I know her well, and I've also heard some stories about how she saves kittens from burning builds and spits in the faces of high dragons." Athenril tried to suppress a laugh as she spoke, but she couldn't hold it back and let a soft chuckle escape. "All that and Bianca likes her? I guess she's a more incredible woman than I thought." Athenril would never understand the way Varric thought of his favorite weapon, so she usually let it be...except for a bit of good natured teasing.

"Is it?" Athenril asked in response to the dwarf's next statement. "Maybe I just need a few drinks after a hard day of work. Most of Kirkwall is on my back, including other criminals." The elf's friendly expression slipped a bit, all at being called a "lovely young lady." Either the dwarf had low standards or he was making an blatant attempt to flatter her. Out of all of those, Athenril would only call herself "young."
Varric Tethras
Posted: Jan 16 2012, 08:41 AM


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The elf's reaction to his charm was obvious- and quite amusing to Varric as he regarded Athenril with his usual attention to detail. The merchants' guild was a noble, honest collective of the finest and most profitable salesmen in the whole of Thedas.. on the outside. While his brother took care of the hard numbers and profitable ventures, Varric operated on the shadier side more often than not- simply so Bartrand didn't need to. Even if he was still seen as a member in good standing, Varric and Athenril were far more alike than either wanted to admit.

Without even thinking, Varric pulled up a chair at the table and perched himself directly opposite her- friendly and harmless as the conversation may be, it was still, in a way, business. As comfortable as ever, the dwarf had taken the final dribble left in his possession, promptly signaling for a refill. An idea had taken form in his head- if the elf was indeed that busy, then-
"You know" he began, "I hear there's a great way to cure a heavy load". He paused, watching for her reaction and forming his next sentence carefully. "She's tall, black-haired, magically inclined and occasionally beats dragons with nothing but their own severed claws and a piece of string." While that story he had told the other night may not have been completely true, The idea of Hawke slaying dragons had taken a hold of Lowtown like Aveline would take a hold of his own neck if he gave her the chance.
"Hawke's always on the lookout for work- if it pays" he quickly added.

Even if Athenril had come to the Hanged Man purely to wind down (which he doubted), there was always time for a good business opportunity. By helping Hawke raise the money for the expedition, he'd not only be one step closer to getting Bartrand off his back about funding the damn trip.
That was payment enough for him.
Athenril
Posted: Jan 23 2012, 04:45 PM


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The elf's smile deepened. So, Varric was being even more friendly and sociable than normal. Athenril still suspected that he was up to something (Wasn't he always?), but she tried to put it toward the back of her mind. Her eye was still on him, and she expected him to do or say something that would reveal his real intentions, but for now she would simply try to enjoy the company she kept.

Athenril took a tight hold on her mug and finished her ale with two more long swigs before waving to the bartender. Though she was far from tipsy, she was already beginning to feel a bit more relaxed and playful than usual. Her small elven frame gave her a lesser ability no handle large amounts of alcohol, and while it could sometimes be a bit of an embarrassment, there wasn't much to complain about being able to get drunk easily, quickly, and cheaply.

As Athenril listened to Varric's latest description of Hawke's dragon slaying adventures, a sly twinkle and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. She imagined that it might be like a game to Varric: seeing how outrageous his Hawke stories could become before people stopped believing them altogether. From what she knew of the the dwarf's charm, persuasive abilities, Athenril had a feeling that Varric could convince half of Kirkwall that Hawke traveled back in time to help Andraste take down the old Imperium.

"So she uses their own claws against them?" she asked playfully. "The way I heard it, she killed that dragon with nothing but the piece of string." Athenril had not actually heard any variants of that story or anything quite so far fetched, but she had heard rumors of Hawke's skill as a dragon huntress. It was just something to tease about.

The playful look was still on Athenril's face, but her voice became a bit more serious as she continued. "I already had her in mind, but since you've put in a good word, I'll definitely be giving her a chance. If she's looking for work, I'm always looking for another pair of working hands, even if it does sometime get tough to pay them all."

There was never any escape from the little concerns of a running a business.
Varric Tethras
Posted: Jan 26 2012, 09:45 AM


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"Just the string? On a dragon?" Varric questioned, not doing his doing his best to feign surprise- this had been a story he had told, after all. "Dear Athenril, I believe you're a bit mistaken there- that was a high dragon she used just the string on- by that time, the blighted creature had learned to dig their claws into the ground!", he chuckled, readily holding out his empty cup to be refilled by the incoming serving girl. It wasn't a surprise as to how well the smuggler was playing along- outside of business, Athenril was good company (even if that company wasn't terribly frequent).

Charm enough to convince anyone of anything came easy to Varric, but Athenril was no simpleton. He knew she wasn't fooled, just entertained, which at the end of the day was what actually mattered. That was one of the reasons the dwarf liked the Hanged Man so much to begin with- Hightown might have been nicer, but life in the Tethras estate was.... uninspiring, to say the least. Here was much better, especially now that Hawke was around and shaking things up in the literal sense.

Varric had no doubt in his mind that Hawke and the twins were capable anything Athenril could throw at them- even if it did involve the Templars, The tree had serious talent and were brimming with potential. In terms of the effort Varric was putting into them, he knew they were going to be a good investment, he could feel it.

"Oh trust me, one chance is all you'll need to give", he assured her, taking a drink from his newly refilled cup almost immediately after. Ale was like water to dwarves, so while Athenril had loosened up some since the two had started chatting, Varric remained his usual self. Not that he was going to take advantage of her state (he really doubted he'd get too far anyway, whatever it was).

The Hawkes getting more work was a mutually profitable venture for all involved. Adrian would get money, Athenril would get some of the best hired help in Kirkwall, and he would be one step closer to actually getting the expedition off the ground and Bartrand finally off his back.
Athenril
Posted: Jan 29 2012, 09:10 PM


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The sly look returned to Athenril's face as she listened to Varric talk about the Hawke trio. An apostate who met Varric's high standards, now that would certainly be worth her time and the extra wages she would need to pay. Risky as it was, the smuggler liked to have rogue mages on her side. Their abilities were often worth having the Templars chase her tail through the city along with the city guards. Even such a brief reminder of her many enemies sent a shiver up her spine and formed a small prick of paranoia. Her dark eyes drifted around the room, and when she saw there was no one wearing that tell tale armor her gaze returned to Varric.

Athenril's mood lifted as the servant came by. She eagerly offered her empty mug and immediately took a swig. Even though she was well aware that it would not take much more to reach a pleasantly tipsy state of mind, she had pride enough to feel obligated to at least try to keep up with her dwarven friend. The worst that could happen is that she would get drunk faster than she originally intended. The elf had no intention of leaving The Hanged Man sober anyway.

Before setting down her cup, Athenril swallowed another mouthful of ale. Quite honestly she was amazed with how quickly Varric (or any dwarf, really) could put away so much ale so quickly, if only because of all that liquid. It seemed like that much ale would produce at least as much piss as inebriation.

After Athenril slammed her mug on the table a bit more forcefully than she meant to, she rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward. Once again, the sly look was back on her face. While a social visit with Varric was enjoyable, she could probably manage to accomplish something productive. He did work with some of her top competitors, and Athenril liked being able to leave the tavern with some new information.

"As much as I love hearing about Hawke, I think I'd like to hear more about your life. It looks like your have an interesting life too, even you don't slay dragons with string."

Her delivery was perhaps too direct, but subtlty was not one of the smuggler's strengths, that she was well aware of. At any rate, she doubted she would be getting a straightforward answer.
Varric Tethras
Posted: Feb 4 2012, 01:43 AM


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Had Varric been expecting Atheril's question, he might not have slightly choked on his ale mid-gulp. Most of the people in Kirkwall knew Varric for what he was- a fast-talking, fast-shooting, devilishly handsome dwarf who liked to spend his nights in bars and had some kind of relation to the Merchant's guild. Those who knew him better knew it was all true, and were rewarded with the further knowledge that his brother was a cranky stick-in-the-mud with no humor. That was how he liked it- why bother talking at lengths about his own life when there was so much more creativity to be had with the lives of other people?

Still, she had asked. Grinning, Varric stretched out a little, as if preparing himself for a long and epic tale. Instead, he simply said "I'm afraid that if I started prattling on about the dealings of handsome dwarf who spends his days shooting his crossbow and hiring thugs to carry out business deals, you'd be asleep before you knew it!", he laughed. "And that's assuming I don't bring up my brother- if I do, you'd be asleep even sooner!" he paused- did he have to explain that to her?
"You know of my Brother, don't you Athenril?" he attempted to confirm. "Sort of looks like me, but a bit more.. dwarven- and a whole lot more boring, I might add".
It might have been the ale talking- Bartrand rarely came up in conversation, especially with all the frustration Varric had to deal with regarding the expedition. The less the older Tethras sibling crossed his mind, the better.

"Not that it really matters, he rarely even bothers with us Lowtown commoners", he joked. Regarding myself, however-" he paused. Was he beginning to run his mouth off? How interesting, it seemed that given the right prompt, he could be persuaded to talk about anyone, including himself. "I'm not terribly interesting- just a guy who likes to hear the sound of his own voice- you should know that by now!" he laughed.
He knew she wasn't expecting a full autobiography (she'd have to wait until the print version came out, just like everyone else), but perhaps there was a way to turn this around.

"But a smuggler! Now that's an interesting line of work!" he retorted with a grin. It was his turn to deal the cards, it seemed. "I'd love to hear one or two of your adventures!"
There was guarantee that it wasn't going to be heavily embelished and re-told the next night, of course, but still- a girl in Athenril's line of work was bound to have one or two gems to share with the storyteller.
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