On the other hand, Gavin had a pretty good idea of who Hawke was, and since basically all humans had the same height (or near enough to not make a difference), he nodded sagely.

He took a deep breathe, let it out, held his nose and tipped his head back to take a much bigger swig of it than he should have.

'Not so bad' was clearly a dwarven thing.

He started to cough, and then laugh, which caused him to cough more, nearly choking on it. When he managed to get a hold of himself he just kept chuckling, rubbing away the moisture in his eyes.

"Good old... good old Garbolg," he said a bit breathlessly as he handed the bottle back.