Tales of Rebellion (Also Other Things)

Sera's door slammed shut, shaking the tavern. Varric set his ale down, and shook his head.

Across the table, Dorian sighed. "What set her off this time, I wonder?"

"Solas. Again. He keeps nagging her about her elven heritage."

"Well," Dorian hesitated, "she is an elf."

"She's also just a kid. And an orphan at that." He added, in Solas's voice; "you must learn the language of your ancestors! Your grandmother; your grandmother in law-"

Dorian chuckled. "Fair. Kid, though?"

"If she's older than 19, I'm Andraste's left tit." He eyed Dorian, daring him to comment.

Instead, the mage smiled.