igetthatalotVarric has been a busy, busy dwarf. Someone's got to run the family financial empire, after all, and someone's got to keep the Tethras seat on the Dwarven Merchants' Guild warm, and Andraste's ass he hates it all so much. He can't even get away from being a responsible businessman in the Hanged Man! They keep finding him there! What's the world coming to?
... well, at least Milliways showed up when he went to use the privy; that's something different. He'll attend to matters before coming back and heading straight for the Bar. "Serah," he says once he's scrambled up onto the human-sized barstool, "whatever you've got in the way of beer that doesn't have a Merchant's Guild seal on it would be absolutely wonderful right now. The last thing I want at the moment is anything that reminds me of those dusters."
He's never going to get over how many people here are just plain human, but hey- beats the dwarves he has to do business with these days.