Seduction of a Storyteller
Title: Seduction of a Storyteller – Part 1
Author: Syvette
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters: Varric Tethras, F!Inquisitor
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, Dragon Age is not mine. The characters, game content and materials in the following story are copyrighted to BioWare. Neither I, nor this story, are endorsed by or affiliated with BioWare, or its licensors or subsidiaries. I do not receive any monetary compensation from the publication of this narrative. All Rights Reserved.
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Chapter 1
“Who would want an old liar like me?
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