"Ale?" Dorian makes a show of wrinkling his nose. "Don't you people know wine is vastly superior?"

He made a show of huffing and puffing about horrible drinks while they pack things up. The mages seem amused but the City Guard after a time, does not. Dorian pays their grumbling no mind.

Besides, Dorian has to distract himself from the inevitable sea sickness somehow. He hates these ferry rides.