"Sailors?" Varric asked with a chuckle. "First a desert whale and now desert sailors. This place is all kinds of weird, huh?"
Better to laugh, really. Because they'd both seen more than enough Blood Magic involving corpses for several lifetimes and people digging near a graveyard didn't feel like a good sign. And that wasn't even taking into account the general weirdness of the place where they'd found themselves.
Still, Hawke had called him in and it was worth checking rather than doing anything rash. Or at least checking before doing something rash.
Varric approached the sailors.
"What brings you all out here?"
The 'sailors' looked over, not quite as one but near enough as to be very unsettling, and replied simply with "Looking for new recruits."
He glanced over at Hawke to give her a questioning glance and a shrug before turning back to them.
"Strange place to be looking for sailors, don't you think?"
"We're looking for new recruits," was the response again, this time definitely less calm.
Forget bullshit, this had gone firmly into just plain bad.