"Aqua magus, nicked it in Minrathous." So basically, he's a war hero. "'S got lyrium in it."

And it tastes like absolute dogshit, but that doesn't stop him from a second swig. Water's cold. Gonna need a little belly-fire. He passes it over.

"Between us, that gets t'what, twelve feet?"

Might be more sporting to put a short person on your shoulders. Sounds like a good way to lose.