Tyrion's eyes narrowed at this news, and he all but purred as he leaned back from the bars, green eyes flashing something close to disbelief. "Why in the world would they try, anyways? They can't get through the doors -- and Orzammar can survive on what they grow underground for centuries. Has your great Elder One just decided to be petty, since he can't be powerful?"

He looks over at Araceli, his tone dry, "I'm not entirely sure this is worth a potion. Maybe we should just let her roast him ... I'm sure we could bribe the Carta for outside trade routes instead ..."