[During his few short months here, Dorian has become quite fond of the bar-- particularly their ability to get almost anything as well as the fact that nobody who works there is familiar enough Thedas to judge him when he asks for something a bit below his station. Any stigma ordering a Ferelden beer might have brought with it back home is now forgotten, and he just so happens to be taking a long swig of one when Hawke enters, pausing midway with the mug to his lips before setting it down, examining the new arrival with a raised eyebrow.
Even without the heaviest parts of his armor on, the rest of it is still recognizable to him, to a certain degree. There's something familiar about him, and yet--
Hmm.]
Long day?
[Considering how intent Hawke looks on gripping his own beer once he's settled, Dorian supposes it's as good a place to start as any.]
bar because Dorian has a problem
Even without the heaviest parts of his armor on, the rest of it is still recognizable to him, to a certain degree. There's something familiar about him, and yet--
Hmm.]
Long day?
[Considering how intent Hawke looks on gripping his own beer once he's settled, Dorian supposes it's as good a place to start as any.]