Elias rode through the gates of the second district, the air filled with the familiar scent of iron, dust, and sweat as he approached Lord Varric's stronghold. The training grounds were as busy as ever, soldiers running drills and sparring in pairs. Elias hadn't seen Lord Varric in some time, and he was curious to catch up with the man, especially after hearing rumors that Varric had been more active in the district's military affairs as of late.
As he entered the training yard, Elias immediately spotted Lord Varric, standing tall with his arms crossed, overseeing a group of soldiers who were sparring intensely. The clang of steel rang out across the yard, punctuated by the occasional grunt of exertion or the dull thud of a shield absorbing a blow.
"Lord Varric!" Elias called, approaching the towering man.
