"The world's foremost, huh." I could grow a beard, Bellamy does not say. Instead he looks back at the window, opting instead to study the books rather than face down the force of Freddie's gaze. He could take it, he's stared down and been stared down by worse. But why would he when he could stare at stacks of books instead? "I didn't say I had an objection. Just didn't think a lady from Orlais would care about dwarves that much, beyond their crafts and stuff."

Because, Orlais. Well-known fact that ladies of Orlais care mostly for stuff.

"They've got books on dwarva architecture in there?"