[The dwarf released the kid's arm as he pulled away, instead moving to inspect his nails (as if he could through his thick gloves). After a moment of casual and feigned disinterest, he gave the boy a quick look over, before nodding to himself. He seemed to be in one piece.]

Happens a lot. You know, my people were born in places like this. Doesn't mean it rubbed off on me. I still trip on my own feet. [He glanced up, into the boy's eyes, before extending his hand.] Varric Tethras, at your service.