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It had been a while since Varric had any time to sit down and write. Chasing Solas put a damper on that, but they'd stopped and rented rooms in the local tavern for the evening. They all needed their rest. Wearing themselves down to the bone wouldn't help anything.
Varric decided to take the opportunity to pen some letters. He hadn't written to Hawke in a while and couldn't help but worry about how his friend was faring. The Inquisitor, too, should get a letter.
He couldn't sleep, anyways, and the tavern was quiet at that time of night, so he settled himself at a corner table with his quill and paper. He didn't notice that Rook had sat down in front of him until he looked up from the page and startled.
"Ah! Jeez, kid. You can't sneak up on me like that. I'm too old for that. My heart can't take it." He placed a hand over his heart, expression grave. It was only a moment before an easy smile broke the facade. "You can't sleep either, I'm guessing?"
