"I mean the ale's strength. Potency, that shit." He chuckles a little, sitting down and handing the man the other mug. "Working out keeps us big and strong, though. You still doing that smithing? Keeps you one of the most buff mages I've ever seen."

Which was still kind off an oxymoron. That Tevinter fellow seemed to be in good shape as well, but most Circle mages were willowy little bastards.