How could I not? It's not as though his mother wasn't well known. There was hardly a day where she left Varis' side when she was alive.

[ Emet-Selch raises his arm and flicks his wrist dismissively. Apparently this one hasn't really been given all that in depth lessons if he hasn't seen nary a portrait of the woman. Yet Varis might have had them removed, given how much the boy had loved that woman. ]

Come on then. Tell me what you know of our dear Varis' father.

[ Oh wouldn't that one be rich. Just what are they saying about that particular soul? The one that -

No. Best not to think on that one too much. There's ever a bitter tone there. ]