Of dwarf pimps and getting into trouble

3 Apr

No beard. No huge ax. No penchant for singing about gold. He prefers to keep it real by, oh, wearing the bling?

See, Beth and me are in a fix. We’re out of a job after working off our contract with Athenril, the elven smuggler. Athenril would have kept us on but though the money was good, dodging the guard and trying not to get killed by the competition? Not so good.

Then an interesting gig popped up.

Expedition to Deep Roads. Lots of treasure. Sounded good but we couldn’t get in. Bertrand, the leader of the expedition, was one surly dwarf. He said he didn’t need any more humans tagging along.

Guess what? Varric’s Bertrand’s brother.

Not that it meant instant access, no. Varric’s idea – we join as partners. Supply 50 gold sovereigns and we’re in. See, Bertrand may not need any more hands but he needs more money to fund the expedition.

All we need to do is raise the money, he says. So just like the old days me and Beth are doing mercenary work for gold.

“Oh, by the way…” Varric says we need maps too. Seems the best source of said maps is a runaway Grey Warden. Also an apostate mage.

Anders

Meet Anders. Tall, handsome, likes cats, has a pro-bono clinic for the poor.

There’s one little problem…that I’ll tell you about tomorrow.

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