Power Play

"You keep saying different things," Rook said, as they stumbled out of the tavern. 

"What's that?" Varric looked drunk, but she'd taken his tankard away one night she felt like he'd had too much, and it had been full of water and bitter lemon. 

"About my name. You say I'm resilient, that I'm the most versatile piece on the board, that I'm a protector, not a leader - different, every time."

Varric shrugged. "You contain multitudes." 

"Anyway, who are you, then? If this is all about chess."

"The King, obviously."

Rook nodded, and tried not to think too hard about that.