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Oh my sweet Maker.
by maqeurious

I know- they love each other.
Varric: That's five sovereigns Rivaini.
Isabela: For what?
Varric: You said you'd pay to see blondie and the elf make out and lo and behold it is done. Five sovereigns.
Isabela: I'll make it ten if it goes further than that.
Varric: Rivaini, it took half a barrel of wine to get to this point, its going to take something a lot stronger to do that.
like being possessed by demons or something..
oh wait...
Fenris: What in the name of the Maker
is that?
Varric: Remember the time you said that all the wine in the Imperium was made of the blood and tears of slaves?
Fenris: It was a joke.
Varric: Yeah, well. Your looking at a bottle that some guy made out of the blood and tears of Magisters. Don't ask how, it wasn't pretty. I don't think I'll be able to sleep right for about a month now.
Fenris:
(opens bottle) It smells horrible, like...dragonlings that fell asleep in a barrel of lyrium for a month and then were poured into a still.
Varric; Give it a try.
Fenris:
(drinks a little and falls over)Varric: Alright Hawke help me get the elf here into bed. Did you take care of blondie?
Hawke: He's passed out drunk.
Varric: I thought he said he couldn't get drunk anymore?
Hawke: Apparently whatever was in that bottle is potent enough to make spirits tipsy.
Varric: Heh, a spirit drinking spirits.