skylarkeen:

^{“What I lack in Grey Warden knowledge, I make up for in rum. Come, we shall drown our fears and work them to our advantage.” The captain spoke, pouring Balfour a snifter of alcohol.  ”You may not be fond of me, but alas I’d consider us mates.”}

       "I never said we weren’t friends,“ he says, and takes as large a drink as he can manage. He winces once it’s gone down, but manages to turn it into something close to a grin. Maybe if he drinks enough, that’ll kill him before the taint does. "Truthfully, I’m not even sure that I know how to be one of those anymore.”