Thom:  “You can practically feel it, can’t you? All that rock hanging above your head.
Smuggled an unpopular baron out of Orlais once. He insisted we use the Deep Roads so no one would follow. Ninth day out, we camped in a cavern by a lake. Stunk to high heaven, but I couldn’t place the smell.
We woke to a Carta ambush. I shouted orders. Grabbed a sword and lantern. The dwarf fighting me froze at the light. It exploded into flames. Some sort of oil in the water.
Found the surface just in time, since the blaze went for days.”

Sera:  “Was that a bedtime story? Try setting a duke’s shitter on fire.”

Thom:  “That does somehow sound worse.”

Iron Bull:  "Rainier, how are you still alive?“

Thom:  "They say the Maker has a soft spot for fools.”

-Thom Rainier, Iron Bull and Sera party banter (Deep Roads, Trespasser)

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