Varric ordered himself some coffee, and a delicious looking cake of some sort. He wasn't sure what sort, but it looked good. That was really what mattered. He looked around. There was no one else here, except that depressed looking woman. Never one for being shy, he walked over with his coffee and the cake, and set the cake down, "You look like you need this more than I do."
Without waiting for an invitation, he sat down across from her, "I'm Varric."