Dorian was drinking the swill that the bar was serving. It tasted horrible, but for some reason he continued to drink it.

"It can't be that bad," he thought with each sip.

He kept getting refill after refill. For a man who thought it didn't taste good he was sure drinking a lot.

"This... tastes like shit. I can't believe they're serving this. What has skyhold come to?"

Dorian asked through hiccups, his words starting to slur. He took another sip from the glass, waving over a refill.

"Don't drink it, handsome."

He mumbled before he started drinking again.