At the time, all Varric did was remark to Chuckles that that bird was giving them a weird look. When Solas had checked it out, his quiet response had shocked the hell out of him: "That's because it's not a bird, Master Dwarf."

Of course it flew away, leaving them both curious, Varric more so than Solas, though also more given to kvetching about it. Solas could only say that he sensed some magics from it, possibly shapeshifting or a form of enthrallment. They were more cautious after that, now having to watch for the damn animals spying on them. Bloody sodding apostates.

Today he had little to worry about, though. He was speaking to a medicine woman while the Inquisitor was busy buying shit, and he was pleased as punch about getting some down time. The approaching elf girl was a surprise; there weren't many elves out here, and the humans were rarely happy to see any of them.

The woman turned a sharp eye on the elf girl, impatiently gesturing to an empty basket and snapping, "Took you long enough, girl! Bloody kni-" she glanced at Solas, walking towards them, and Lavellan, shopping a dozen yards away, and cut herself off. "-Vagrant child."

"Vagrant?" Varric remarked, giving the girl an almost-wink. "In my experience, vagrants are some of the best people you'll ever meet. Also, the craziest. One or the other."

He turned to the girl, immediately feeling a bit sorry for her for being stuck with this unpleasant woman. This must be why that healer in Redcliffe didn't want to come out to the crossroads- dealing with this shit.

"You got all those yourself? Must've had to go out pretty far to get that much."

Interesting. How did a little barefoot girl survive the chaos of the Hinterlands all by her lonesome?