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Varric swirled the dregs of his drink, contemplating whether it was worth having another. “Get you a re-fill?” he was asked amiably. The question had him lifting his head, managing with some difficulty to shift his gaze above the serving lass’s corseted bosom as she wiped down the counter in front of him. He met her friendly smile with one of his own. “Ah, Pansy, you read my mind,” he said, proffering her his tankard. Her full-lipped smile broadened. “It’s ‘Pansy’ now, is it?” she asked sweetly, taking his empty and turning to the huge keg behind her, blonde ringlets bouncing all

Altaïr's patience was stretched to the limit. Maria was obviously in labour and refusing to be attended to. He moved across the floor of the room they shared and glared at her for the thousandth time but her smirking face told him she was still not yet ready to back down. It had started just before dawn... He had felt her weight shift from their bed and when he opened his eyes she was standing bent over one hand clutching the bed the other pressed against her stomach. He sat up, "Are you alright?" "I'm fine, it's just a twinge. Go back to sleep." He lifted the blankets in a silent invitation to her to get back into bed. He fell asleep aga