He smiled and nodded. They could save toasts of 'To the Inquisition' until they had their drinks. After sitting and resting, Maxwell could walk a little easier. He was sore and did hope the drink would take the edge off.

"And it's all going to be written down. Probably by Varric."

Sitting down again was a relief, and he was pretty sure this was the only tavern in Thedas where he could drink without being disturbed.