[Varric hunches his shoulders when he hears Trevelyan coming up behind him. That's a mistake-- he sucks in a breath through his teeth.]

My aim's gone to shit. Well, everything's gone to shit, but specifically, at this moment, my right shoulder is shit.

[Still, he tries to pull some humor out of the situation.]

I lost about half of my chest hair, too. Now all the women will be flocking to Curly instead. They're wasted on him, you know. He won't even notice.