Several of Varric's friends from Kirkwall. [He says, while pouring into the glasses.] A few others running around, one of them being a spirit and the other Antivan, both infuriating. [He says, raises the glass to his lips, then continues on after clearing his throat.] An Inquisitor. Cole. And Solas.

[He drinks again.] Whose face I may have bruised my knuckles on.