At a fancy orlesian ball
Cassandra dancing with inquisitor
Cassandra: *whispering* Do you really have to pickpocket everyone?
Rogue Inquisitor: *whispering* We came here to get critical information to our cause, ive got to make sure.
Cassandra: *whispering* You got what you came for an hour ago, now you're just stealing.
Inquisitor: *whispering* I didnt say we couldnt enjoy ourselves.
Cassandra: *whispering* Apparently not.
Varric and Blackwall watching from side
Blackwall: Look at the whispering to each other, ahh to be young and in love again.
Varric: Pretty sure it has nothing to do with love, she hasnt tried to stab him or any critical documents yet. Plus hes pretty much pickpocketed half of the orlesian nobility, best prepare for some fireworks beardy.
Blackwall: What? You think they will find out?
Varric: Goin by our recent string of luck, yeah and its gonna involve a lot of fancy hats.
*demons and blood mages burst through windows and wreck party*
Varric: Wow, a rare miss... normally i would have had seen that coming.
Blackwall: Well if you count those mages in the fancy hats, you werent far off.
Inquisitor and Cassandra come running up
Inquisitor and Cassandra at same time: Varric! What did you do?!
Varric: What? I just said that people in fancy hats were gonna cause problems.
Demon takes the head off an orlesian noble and fancy hat lands on its head
Varric: Ok, ill shut up now