Quest 001: A Favor for a Favor

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric had lost track of the days he'd been on this backwater planet. New time systems and science involving orbits and science the likes of which he'd never had the time for made him feel a bit... temporally lost. He'd spent most of his time fiddling with his new devices, wandering about and grousing about how he was effectively useless, thanks to his weapon being strapped to his back.]

[But there was one thing missing.]

[He'd done enough fucking around to figure out just how the TAB worked. He'd experimented by sending a few small videos to the contacts he'd gathered up -- mostly insisting that the Hawke's eat their meals and drink whatever water they could find. The usual stuff.]

[Now it was time to get down to the important business. The feed clicked on, with Varric's face perfectly in view. He gave the device both a crooked smile and a nod of acknowledgement.]

A message to whoever's listening. You don't know me, I don't know you. That's all well and good, but I make a living off of knowing people. [Varric lifted a bottle of clear liquid into view.] So. What better way to bond than over a drink or two?

[He lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig from it. When he looked back, his lips cracked into a grin.]

You can have a bottle all for yourself if you do me just one favor. Find me a quill, some ink and a decent notebook, and it's all yours.

Comments

[sketchycharacter]

But you might be wrong.

[neverheardofhim]

Impossible.

[sketchycharacter]

Nah.

[neverheardofhim]

Ass.

I can see why Chuckles likes you.

[sketchycharacter]

Who's Chuckles?

[neverheardofhim]

[Congratulations, Nate, you've won an exasperated eye-roll.]

Hawke.

[sketchycharacter]

[That makes him chuckle.]

Oh, I bet she loves that you call her that.

[neverheardofhim]

[At least someone is laughing about it.]

I had to give her that nickname because we have two Hawkes running around. I doubt she's very pleased at all.

[sketchycharacter]

Oh, yeah, Dick Hawke. Christ, that's weird.

[neverheardofhim]

Garrett. [Listen... someone has to defend the guy.]

Hardly the weirdest thing I've come across at this point.

[sketchycharacter]

Eh. I can't be bothered to remember his name.

[Dick Hawke is Dick Hawke.]

What's the weirdest thing, then?

[neverheardofhim]

[Another eye roll, but he'll allow it. It's not like there's a universal expectation for Nathan Drake to be the surrogate parent to Hawke collective. No, leave that to the dwarf.]

Let's try getting plucked up by a creepy, crashed ship, for starters.

[sketchycharacter]

Well yeah, but that happened to everyone here. You gotta try harder if you want to impress us.

[neverheardofhim]

I'm not trying to impress. [In this case.] Just pointing out that a dick on a Hawke isn't too odd, when it comes down to it.

[sketchycharacter]

I don't know about that. If she suddenly grew one I'm pretty sure she'd think it was damn odd.

[neverheardofhim]

You really enjoy picking at my statements, don't you.

[sketchycharacter]

Little bit.

[neverheardofhim]

No wonder Hawke is friends with you.

[sketchycharacter]

Yeah, she's got great taste.

[neverheardofhim]

[And there's an eye roll]

Keep telling yourself that, kid. [He followed his statement with a rumbling laugh.]

Thanks again for the offer. And the laugh. Tell your wife I said hi, will you?

[sketchycharacter]

Will do. See you around.