If Varric was surprised to see her walk in, he didn't show it. Instead he acted as though this was any old friend walking into a familiar tavern. This wasn't quite the same as all those times Hawke came and found him inside the Hanged Man, but Lavellan was no Hawke. He raised a glass to her all the same.

"I was wondering when you'd find your way here, your Inquistorialness. Have a seat. There's plenty."

The bar was mostly empty. There were some travelers in seats her and there, but it was an otherwise quiet bar, save for the jukebox playing bawdy love songs from another world. It was clear that most natives didn't pass through here unless they had to.