"Rock." A smirk, another sip from the pink beer, and then a grim chuckle. "And lichen. And--yeah, from deep mushroom when you can harvest it. You've got to go into the Deep Roads for that, though, and most soft-as-moss artisans from the Orzammar Commons wouldn't last half a breath down there."

Not like him, of course. He jumped that particular shark and died first.

He sets the drink down and leans an elbow against the table, turning his face for a moment into the fading sunshine, then back towards Miles. "You miss it, where you're from?" he asks, regarding his new friend pensively.