080 » never heard carrickfergus ever sang so sweet

[haillenarte]

[the man calls himself a dwarf, but he looks more like some sort of misshapen, knobble-kneed hyur to francel's eyes than a lalafell. the young lord knows better than to try pinning the rules of his world to someone who claims to come from another, however. besides — hyur-lalafell hybrids. they don't bear thinking about. if a dwarf is what varric claims to be, then a dwarf he so shall be.

regardless, francel isn't about to dismiss someone who has been so useful over such petty concerns as class, or creed, or race. ever since he wandered into skyfire locks through a strange green rift he called the fade, varric has sought to help, in the best of ways, and not without a great deal of complaining. it isn't purely selfless: he seeks a referral to the city proper, and wishes to be introduced to the most skilled mages the vault has to offer, that they might research some way to get him through the seam between worlds back to his own.

francel has other ideas. he knows his city; he knows his people. he does not think that they will be of help.]