Varric: So Scribbles...
Josephine: That is not my name, Varric.
Varric: Tomato, tomaato. Scribbles, listen, you need to become my apprentice.
Josephine: Your what?
Varric: My apprentice. I promise it will be a lot more fun then doing whatever it is you do. You take down the stories I tell and I'll even let you tell a tale or two.
Josphine: Haha, thank you. But I must decline, ser dwarf. I'm not as... creative as you.
Varric: You wound me, madam. Why would you call me 'ser dwarf'?
Josephine: -raises eyebrow- Because that is what you are. Just as I am a human.
Varric: Yes, but just 'ser dwarf'? Not The ser dwarf? Or perhaps the ser dwarf to end all dwarves?
Josephine: You intend to be the end of dwarven kind?
Varric: Whatever makes you say that?
Josephine: Because you just refered to yourself as the dwarf to end all dwarves. One could then infer that you'd then be the end of dwarven kind. What do you plan to do? Subvert the Inquisition and launch your own Exalted March on Orzammar?
Varric: Nice story you got there, Scribbles. See? You're a natural.
(end scene)