"Is pretty much dragon's piss," Gavin said with a solemn nod, frowning as Varric led Maxwell away. He got up, staggering forward a bit, which only illustrated just how drunk he actually was, as the world immediately tried to reach up to swallow him. His hand snapped out, grabbing Varric's shoulder for support as he got the world to stop spinning.

"Not even as good," He said, "But better than bog water. Probably not poison. He tried stepping past Varric but just sort of stumbled forward, and sat down on the ground before it ate him, reaching out to tug Maxwell's pant leg and get him to sit, too.