Velor's eyes scanned the room. He stepped into the alcove with the composure of a man arriving at a private opera…amused and thoroughly entertained.
His boots clicked softly against the marble streaked with Varric's blood. He paused,then smeared it further, like it was nothing more than pain…then he let the silence linger a beat too long, before he finally spoke again.
"Kieran Blackmoon, defending a stranger's honor?" He sighed aloud, dramatically. "How…uncharacteristic."
His grin widened, all gleaming teeth. He gave Varric's crumpled form a nudge with the toe of his boot, eliciting a fresh moan.
"And here I thought you only brawled for your own ego," he added, eyes flicking from the blood to the woman standing like a statue.
Varric spat blood onto the tiles and shoved himself upright. "That bitch…"
