Waiting with her chin in her hand, Christine is surprised by who sits down, only because he very much resembles a certain author from the back cover of a great many books she's read. And after a moment's reflection, she's sure it's him.

"You are Varric Tethras, are you not?" Now is not the proper time to ask for an autograph, Christine. Taking a deep breath, she lowers her arm and sits forward in her chair.

"Very well. I've been up to my ears in ancient dwarven thaigs anyway." Her head nods towards a stack of books. "Did you discover it underground, in the places normal lyrium would usually be found?"