Dragon piss it is. [Shifting, Varric plucked a bottle from the hoard deposited on to Nate, one with dark glass and nothing more than a dragon and a... rather lovingly rendered dragon member etched into the glass. This was passed over to the man, while the dwarf settled for vodka.

At least one of them would (probably) keep their wits about them tonight. And it wasn't going to the man mourning.]

So, is this the part where you tell me how you're feeling, or am I going to have to wait until you're off your ass? Don't mind either way, really.