"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure there'll be a lot more stuck in there before the morning's over," Varric snapped grumpily, reaching up and snagging his fingers slightly in the thick, erect locks as he impatiently brushed at it. He grunted. "I swear. I'm about one breeze away from taking the Pirate up on his full shave offer." Even if it would dull his dagger for the duration of the week. He sighed.
At the exclamation his eyes shifted over and he half shrugged. "Family sigil. An offbranch of a clan of a friend of mine, all banished to be surfacers. I thought she'd like seeing something they made before she was exiled herself. Probably stupid, but, it's hers. Not that tiny fleabag's."
At the 'look' (one Varric knew far too well being a tagalong to a long procession of reckless idiots) the Dwarf smirked, blowing one of the long blonde bangs from his face and winking. "Hey. I'm not looking to start any kind of war... pretty sure most of the folks at camp would be irritated about the grounds being an active battle zone in our downtime. But, Bouncy showed me how to make some blackpowder tips that explode everywhere. Won't be much of a problem that they're smaller targets."
He paused, then, hesitating before heading in. "Hey. So. You can understand them, right? Can they understand us?"