[They'll have great corpses, imagine the talk. The weeping at the great love affair clearly because why else would two people be alone in the dark sharing this much alcohol that they were too comfortable in the company of one another to ever leave?]

The mountains of paperwork that threaten us both, never know when someone's going to round a corner then you're buried in it, how d'you get to the Maker's bosom that way? Can't even get up and down this mountain sometimes for the bear gauntlet or people who can't set up tents without making a spider's web out of the lines. [Shoddy workmanship that is. Those are just his least preferred ways to go in Skyhold.

For the record.

So don't let him down here or at least prop him up and pose him so he looks really cool.]

Madame! Here was me thinking that sliding some of Emeric's spoons into Skyhold's cutlery was a terrible act. [Yeah let's vandalise it, obviously he's carving a tasteful nug butt.]