"I tried. Tying it back, too. Damn stuff won't go down... I guess this is punishment or something for not getting shot up last week," Varric responded grumpily.
At the question he blinked. "Oh. That's Barton. Clint," he said, hitching Bianca up on his shoulder. He'd checked her over thoroughly that morning and was pleased that she was as well oiled as ever, since he didn't feel like charging into the unknown situation blind.
Eying the prize Thor seemed proud of having gathered on his own, Varric perked a heavy blonde brow and then shrugged. "Sure. Food's as good away to make an impression as anything," he said, then looked around. "We might have better luck heading a little further in, too."