[He has been wandering the pier now, trying to figure out a way that doesn't involve actually getting in the water, and he sees her. She is not a Qunari (obviously) and she is bundled up like she can't bear the touch of air on her skin.
He, in turn, just has his cloak, and it's open, so.
He looks at her, puzzled a moment, and then he realizes.]
Fortified wine. Near to brandy.
[He holds up his wineskin, and takes a sip, and then offers it, so she both knows it's safe and because it's good manners. Also he suspects she's pretty, under all that fabric.]
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He, in turn, just has his cloak, and it's open, so.
He looks at her, puzzled a moment, and then he realizes.]
Fortified wine. Near to brandy.
[He holds up his wineskin, and takes a sip, and then offers it, so she both knows it's safe and because it's good manners. Also he suspects she's pretty, under all that fabric.]