[That... concern is part of the reason he keeps the poker face. And keeps his eye down. On the beer in his hand. He doesn't want to see it. Shouldn't, really. Like she says...]
[He's the Iron Bull.]
["Why go with iron?" Varric is asking. It's supposed to be a joke, but the next words stick. "Iron is brittle."]
[Another shrug.]
I'm pissed. But how's that unusual? I'm always pissed at some asshole or other.
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[He's the Iron Bull.]
["Why go with iron?" Varric is asking. It's supposed to be a joke, but the next words stick. "Iron is brittle."]
[Another shrug.]
I'm pissed. But how's that unusual? I'm always pissed at some asshole or other.