Amber thought it was a good idea, moving to New York. There were some minor setbacks, however. Alien invasions, Norse gods, a giant hole in the sky.. Well, perhaps moving to New York wasn't such a good idea after all. And then there's the God of Mischief. She kept running into him, and there was something not quite right about the whole thing... (There shall be fluff!) COMPLETE

It looked like...no, she was just confused, that's all. Dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Because if she wasn't, she was standing in the middle of the Main Hall. In Skyhold. -"Flashy entrance there, I must say! But, who are you, exactly?" Hermione spun around, but what she saw did nothing to make the situation any less surreal. "Varric?" she whispered. "Are you real? Is this real?"