Varric eyes the cube, head tipped back so he can clearly see the image - eye level for a qunari is, after all, rather above his own eye level. He runs a thumb idly over Bianca's stock, tracing the old, familiar wear patterns left by long years of not pretty.

"Inquisitor, if what's in there manages to be uglier than the shit we saw at Adamant, I'll owe you a whole year of rounds at the Herald's Rest."