[Varric takes a moment to make sure his feet are beneath him again. He ends up just sinking into a chair. Before saying anything, he doublechecks the consoles to make sure they're not broadcasting to the fleet.]

I'm going to preface this by saying that elves have really shitty luck on my world. If they aren't roaming the woods in clans, they're stuck in the shittiest parts of town. And if they're unlucky enough, they'll get sold into slavery and taken up to the Tevinter Imperium. My elf friend, he's from Tevinter.

I shouldn't have to give you gritty details about what they do to slaves, Prickly. I saw one girl lose her entire family-- sacrificed in a frantic blood ritual. They never did anything wrong. It was just the way it worked.

There's another kid that the broody elf was talking to. He found out the kid's a slave. Found out that the person who owns him is on the fleet. And... that would be Robin.