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Some Things You Do For Money… Or, Varric and the Women __________________________________________________________________ I've written before of how Hawke and I met. About how, on one fateful day in the Merchant's Guild,  a handsome and noble dwarf came to the aid of a damsel in distress and her dark-haired sister. Heh. But as with many things that have come out of my mouth, that's only half the story. See, shortly after the blight in Fereldan, a new smuggling ring appeared in Kirkwall. It was run by a elven woman named Athenril, and it was starting to hurt Guild business. Naturally, Guild business is family business - my b

Some Things You Do For Money… Or, Varric and the Women __________________________________________________________________ Given how thin she was when we met, I'd never have guessed Hawke had a bottomless pit for a stomach. She could eat a whole horse and come back for the harness without getting a hair heavier too, the lucky woman… I promised her once that if we ever wound up in Orzammar, I'd introduce her to the King as the Paragon of pie-eating contests. Hah! …but maybe that gives you the wrong impression. Hawke is no glutton. She never was. She was just a rail-thin refugee who could never be sure where her next meal wo

 "Sabine?" The woman jumped at the voice and snapped her head around to see a heavily-tattooed asari standing in the airlock partition, eyeing her curiously. Sabine straightened to a formal posture as her officer crossed the cargo hold to stand near her and the cyro-hold she'd been cataloging. The older woman's ice-blue eyes narrowed as she leaned forward to discern the hold's occupant through the cold air inside. "They're getting younger and younger aren't, they?" the asari said softly. Sabine swallowed and glanced at her data pad distractedly. "Yeah." For a moment the two stood in silence, listening to the shuttle's white noise hum