Ah, thanks for pointing out that WoT2 entry, that clears some things up that Varric only alluded to in the game. Having read it, it... honestly makes me even more critical of both her and Varric and pretty much exacerbates all the problems I had with that, but I won't go into that now.
@Tishina, I also think that it was supposed to be quite complex, but... it wasn't the game for that. This would have worked better in a DA2 style setting with fewer companions and a more character-focused narrative (if one dares to ever suggest DA2 was anything but bad on a BW board... I honestly quite liked it). I certainly wouldn't want Varric's relationship troubles to take over DA:I, either, so, as I said, I'd have been happy if it just remained a mystery. And I still want to know why Gerav was ever involved in the process.
Another excerpt from TWOT vol. 2, p.181:
"Gerav made Bianca." A statement like that is simple, and people like things to be simple. More importantly, the Carta likes it. So I let them believe Gerav made the crossbow. Sometimes, the truth's just too complicated. Or too dangerous.
You want to know what really happened? It began, as everything does, with an idea. Somewhere in Gerav's spider's nest of a brain was an image: a repeating crossbow that was easy to operate, easy to aim, that could punch through steel like it was an undershirt. Well, Gerav took the idea to the Carta bosses, and it captured their imaginations. It's not hard to see why. If they could be built, if they coud arm the Carta muscle with them, no number of antique ceremonial shields would be able to stop the Carta. The dusters would take the Diamond Quarter.
So Gerav got the gold he needed to turn the idea into reality. He had the first prototype within a week. it didn't work. Neither did the second, the third, or the eighteenth. Bosses were getting restless, and Gerav was getting desperate. That's when I heard about the whole thing. Repeating crossbow? Sounded fascinating, so I went to see him. Somehow, I managed to convince him to sell me one of the prototypes. Number Fourteen, actually. It was the one that had come the closest and was made right before the designs started getting a bit...outlandish.
Anyway, Fourteen would eventually become my Bianca...but we weren't there yet. She didn't work. Just to see if it could be done, I asked around for another smith to take a look at her. My contacts pointed me to a lady just a few years out of her apprenticeship. Her work was solid, they said. She was brillant and still young enough that she hadn't picked the bad habit of knowing. That's the problem with experienced smiths. They know. They know how to do things, how not to do things. They know when things can be done, when things can't be done. But knowing leaves very little room for dreaming.
The smith? Her name was Bianca.
I met up with her, and one things led to another...Before I knew it, I had a repeating crossbow on my hands. Until this day, I don't know how she did it. Gerav and the Carta eventually found out that Fourteen worked, and I let them believe that all I did was adjust some of her pins. I knew, by that time, that I couldn't reveal Bianca's involvement. The Carta would never leave her alone. I didn't want that...She didn't want that.
Well, Gerav got another chest of gold and spent the next few years trying to replicate the success of Fourteen. When he could, he'd build little upgrades for my Bianca - some of them worked; some of them didn't. Then he stopped writing. We found out later that he was part of the Carta scheme to capture Hawke for Corypheus. I was angry at the time, but it wasn't really his fault. He'd drunk darkspawn blood and wasn't himself by the time we found him. He's gone now...and I'm sure I told Cassandra all about that a year or so back, and I don't feel like going into it again.
So there it is. The story. Or at least the relevant bits. I'm going to hold you to your promise, Nightingale. You never let the truth about Gerav and Bianca out.