Corvo blinks as he turns to look at--ah. One of the small people, dwarves were the names that they preferred, he believed. It had taken a little bit for him to realize that like the people with pointy ears, they weren't just humans with abnormalities, but an entirely separate race of people. The qunari were easier to believe--large horned grey people were painfully obviously not human.

And now the dwarf seemed rather upset about the...potato? Corvo turns to look at the fallen spud, and slowly picks it up, plucking the bolt out of it and tucking it away. He examines the potato for a moment, as if he needed to ascertain for himself whether or not the potato were truly good, before turning back to the indignant dwarf.

"I needed something to practice with." He explained calmly, then rolls it over in his hand again. "And it's not ruined. Just a little...worse for wear." And dirty, but potatoes came out of the dirt, so it's not like that's exactly a stunning turn of events.