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[undwarfy]

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[closerift]

She cracks a grin in return, following his gaze around to the people who passed.

"I've heard a bit of it from Leliana and from books, but - yes, I think creepy-ass history describes Haven well." Will she see ghosts as she sleeps? Probably. Seems like that kind of place. "At least things seem decidedly less cult-y now."

There's a dry laugh as she looks at the anchor, expression flattening.

"Or not so much."

[undwarfy]

Varric still has a chuckle for her, even with the darkening in her eyes.

"Nah, at least this cult has more to go on than 'oooh, it's a giant fuck-off dragon, let's worship it!' You?" he continues, with a languid sip of his drink. "Stumbling out of the Fade on the heels of Blessed Andraste? Now that's some primo cult fodder right there. Only the best for us."

He says it with the easy smarm of a used car salesman plying his wares, as if this was a product to be hawked on the streets rather than a topic of religious devotion.

[closerift]

"That's what they say..." Not that she remembers a bit of it. Cecily exhales shortly, closing her fingers around the anchor, straining to conjure any and all memories of that time in the Fade, or... before it.

The Herald looks briefly annoyed at her inability to do this and abandons the effort. For now.

"Happy to contribute to the primo cult fodder, in any case."