[Guzma might be smirking, but Varric was still nothing but gentle. Four to go meant four of his friends were still locked away somewhere. Animals or not, it still left an uneasy feeling in the dwarf's chest. The man obviously carried about them.]

I'll keep an eye out, next time I'm at the vending machine. [A pause.] Anything in particular I should be looking for? What do the rest of these things look like?