The dwarf was in the Hanged Man, at the table next to the fireplace, playing Wicked Grace when he was being dragged to an estate by two guards and they want exactly being gentle.

As he was being dragged he noticed a woman with short black hair wearing black armour, he saw the symbol that was engraved on it which was that of an eye in the middle of a sun. This could only mean she was a Seeker of Truth, which was bad for him.

He noticed the woman was looking for a book in hand and recognised it. It was the book he published, the Tale of the Champion, and he did not find this didn't surprise, in fact he had been expecting this for quite a while.

The two guards then threw Varric into a chair and the woman approached him.

"I've had gentler invitations," he said, holding his head.

"I am Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker of the Chantry," said the woman gestured, and the guards left the room.

Varric watched as they left and then turned his eyes upon the Seeker. "And just… what are you seeking?"

"The Champion."

"Which one?" he asked looking at his fingers.

The Seeker then slammed the book into his face and drew a dagger.

"You know exactly why I'm here!" she roared as she pointed the dagger at Varric's throat. "Time to start talking, dwarf. They tell me you're good at it." She withdrew the dagger, and stabbed it through the book on the dwarf's lap.

Varric picked up the book, and looked at it. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything. Start at the beginning."

The dwarf shrugged, and started to tell a story. However, his story wasn't exactly terribly accurate.

The Champion, Garrett Hawke, a powerful mage blasted a hurlock with a bolt of lightning. He then slowly advanced past them shooting lightning bolts and fireballs at any of the darkspawn that got close to him.

His brother, Carver Hawke, a Grey Warden, stood by his side, holding a greatsword in both hands bent down at the darkspawn they had slain.

"Scouts," he said. He then looked up at his brother. "We have to fight them sooner or later."

"Then we make our stand here," said Hawke turning his eyes upon the darkspawn horde that was advancing towards them. "Prepare yourself."

The darkspawn seemed unending and no matter how many they blasted or sliced more and more came. However there was a brief pause when the annihilated the first wave and the two brothers looked at one another.

"We can't keep this up forever," said Carver.

Hawk looked at his brother and then to the darkspawn horde towards them. "We'll make it through this—together."

Then they heard the darkspawn approach and Carver looked to his brother.

"Here they come. Should I give them a taster my blade?"

"All yours, brother."

Carver then charged that the advancing darkspawn and sliced them to pieces. Hawke helped his brother by sending a storm of fireballs at the darkspawn annihilating them.

Suddenly they heard the footsteps of something large charging towards them. Hawke turned and his eyes fell upon a large ogre in armour.

Hawke gave a silent look to Carver, telling him that he would handle this. He then walked slowly towards it and started blasting it with lightning bolts. Then his hands began to glow and two large hands appeared out of the two separate rifts and grabbed the ogre, tearing it apart.

However, they soon found themselves surrounded by an army of the blighted creatures.

"There's no end to them," said Carver as he and his brother stood shoulder to shoulder.

They prepared to fight to the death, but they heard of war and turned to discover a dragon flying down towards them and spewing fire everywhere.

The Seeker glared at him. "Bullshit. That's not what really happened!"

"Does that not match the story you've heard, Seeker?" Varric asked as he crossed his legs.

"I'm not interested in stories. I came to hear the truth."

Varric shrugged. "What makes you think I know the truth?"

The Seeker then slammed her hands on the table and glared at him. "Don't lie to me! You knew him even before he became the Champion!"

Varric held up his hands as the Seeker advanced on him. "Even if I did, I don't know where he is now."

The Seeker turned her back on him. "Do you have any idea what's at stake here?"

Varric smirked. "Let me guess: your precious Chantry's fallen to pieces and put the entire world on the brink of war?" He gestured. "And you need the one person who could help you put it back together."

Cassandra narrowed her eyes. "The Champion was at the heart of it when it all began. If you can't point me to him, tell me everything you know."

Varric raised an eyebrow. "You aren't worried I'll just make it up as I go?"

"Not at all."

Varric leaned back, folding his hands. His manner was more confident now, he was always more at ease when he had a story to tell, especially with a captive audience. "Well, then. You'll need to hear the whole story."