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mentions of graves, TBD (likely violence and a flying monster)
Alright, so maybe she was a little paranoid, but in her experience there were very little excuses for digging up a grave.
Especially outside of a graveyard.
She'd asked them once, what the hell, but the sailors (which they claimed to be) said they were looking for new recruits and, honestly, she'd spend ten years in Kirkwall. She could smell bullshit at this point.
She might be without her armor, but never without her longsword, but there was this voice inside her head saying 'maybe do a diplomacy' and seeing it sounded like Varric, she felt it only right he come and help her. Out of the two of them, he was the more diplomatic one, and despite her ability to be able to bullshit, her friend was much, much better at it.
She'd still asked him to bring Bianca along too, when she texted him to come meet her. Better safe than sorry. So she sat back, arms crossed, only straightening when she spotted Varric.
"So I shit you not," that was never dying, really. "They say they're sailors. Like the good old days, huh?"