"So," Varric continued, "there we were, just me and Hawke, an angry mob heading toward us, and no way out except this giant, metal door."
"Metal door?" Sera frowned. "I thought dwarves did everything in stone."
Behind her, Dorian giggled into his goblet, literally too deep in his cups. It was that sort of night.
"Yeah, they're also big on metal."
"They?" Sera raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, you're one to talk. Anyway; Hawke suddenly realizes - the door's handle is an arm. So..." He gestured.
"She... wrestled it open?" Cassandra snorted? "Please."
Varric shrugged and drank. "You had to be there."
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