"If it involves taking away my magic I want nothing to do with it," Dorian says immediately and firmly. He will take his rolling stomach and possibly throwing up over the side of the boat over the loss of something so vital to him. "I appreciate the thought but I simply need some ginger and sparkling water when we return."

There would be no wine for him tonight if his stomach had any say about it. Dorian sighs. "You should try it. Ginger is well known to help the stomach in Tevinter. Or is it rare around here?"