Tonight, In Thee

Dwarves are even less comfortable on water than they are on the surface, but Varric, to torture a metaphor, was already a fish out of water. Who would have thought Vicounts spent so many days at sea?

The Proud Cock was a fine ship, which he only very occasionally regretted having let Sera name. He was comfortable, even out here on the deck with the stench of salty wind messing up his hair.

Seeing the roofs and towers of Kirkwall rise in the distance - that felt like home, yes. The grinning qunari at his side though, that was his anchor.