[ Varric's a little famous, more so now that he's holding office as Viscount of Kirkwall, though even then he wouldn't really say famous. Notorious is a better word. But sure, he's known. His face is known, his books are known. People know things about him, sometimes recognize him on sight. But it doesn't happen often enough that it's not jarring, and he can't help a reflexive pang of guilt when the stranger before him sparks no recognition.
Even after rubbing elbows with pretty much the entire Inquisition, Varric considers himself pretty good with faces. This one isn't ringing any bells, yet the way Varric's being addressed isn't as someone the guy has heard of and spotted in a crowd.
No, this person knows him. It's written all over his face, soaked into the way he speaks Varric's name. Varric grimaces a little, then reaches down to pick up the dropped clipboard. ]
Depends who's asking, [ he jokes, trying to smooth the situation over. ]
HELLO
Even after rubbing elbows with pretty much the entire Inquisition, Varric considers himself pretty good with faces. This one isn't ringing any bells, yet the way Varric's being addressed isn't as someone the guy has heard of and spotted in a crowd.
No, this person knows him. It's written all over his face, soaked into the way he speaks Varric's name. Varric grimaces a little, then reaches down to pick up the dropped clipboard. ]
Depends who's asking, [ he jokes, trying to smooth the situation over. ]