"Well, at least I've got that going for me," Varric said smoothly. Unfortunately, the change in topic didn't seem to make Daisy perk up much. Sure, she wasn't scowling anymore, and that was an improvement, but Varric knew enough elven to know that she'd muttered something very unflattering under her breath.

"Don't worry about the Seeker, she's not so bad." For a given value of bad, of course. Varric lifted his mug and, as if he'd just realized he was the only one drinking, waved a hand toward the barkeep. Cabot tolerated him, but only just, and grudgingly brought another mug over for the elf across from him.

"I'm glad to hear you're making some friends here, and these Dalish seem nice enough. Not one of them called me a--what's the word? Durgling? Durglen?"