Thom: You can practically feel it, can't you? All that rock hanging above your head.
Thom: Smuggled an unpopular baron out of Orlais once. He insisted we use the Deep Roads so no one would follow.
Thom: Ninth day out, we camped in a cavern by a lake. Stunk to high heaven, but I couldn't place the smell.
Thom: We woke to a Carta ambush. I shouted orders. Grabbed a sword and lantern. The dwarf fighting me froze at the light.
Thom: It exploded into flames. Some sort of oil in the water. Found the surface just in time, since the blaze went for days.
Sera: Was that a bedtime story? Try setting a duke's shitter on fire.
Thom: That does somehow sound worse.
Varric: That was you? That fire took out half the Carta's hideouts north of Orzammar!
Thom: Oh. Maybe no need to go around repeating that story, then.
Iron Bull: Rainier, how are you still alive?
Thom: They say the Maker has a soft spot for fools.
Cole: I’m glad you didn’t die.
Thom: I wanted to for about a week. Then we had a long discussion with the baron about hazard pay.
