[In lieu of words, Garrett grabs the bottle and heads for a little table in the corner that's generally ignored for being tucked rather inconveniently behind a pillar. Here, where he knows privacy is a touch easier, he slides into a high stool and leans against the table to talk.]

Here we are.

[Grim. For Fenris, of all people... He takes a drink.]

Kirkwall isn't a picnic, but you're one of the few people I never feel like I have to worry about. So long as all the bribes are paid and you're staying busy, the biggest danger to your health is the mushrooms growing in the manor.

[And no, for the kids at home, they did not leave the dead bodies to rot for six years. Thanks for the dramatization, Varric.]

You've got to be one of the biggest badasses I've ever met- aside from the dragon. And that would be lovely for my nerves if it wasn't completely fucking meaningless here. [Another drink, deep and needful, before handing it over.] I've seen people with the power of gods get subdued, clapped in irons, and tossed in cages just the same as civilians off the street.

[All their strength, all their skill- it won't protect them. Not really.]