"It was? Well, I think you're all doing a wonderful job. Now I can't imagine the Inquisition without Bull's Chargers." They're a staple at the tavern, and one can often hear their Chargers song being sung over drinks. It seems like a close-knit group, sort of like the clan.

Now she takes up her bottle, and works to pry off the cap. She needs a leather part of her armor to grip around it before getting it off, since her hands are a little weak on their own. But once it's off she takes a delicate sip. Warm all the way down.