It wouldn't mean trouble for Dorian unless he started gutting or hurting people, neither of which looked like this particular man's gig. He'd be fine.

Later, Raylan would appreciate the fact that Dorian didn't laugh in his face but for now, all he could do was screw up his face and stare as he listened to the answers to his questions. Who was this minotaur sounding person? Raylan had a lot more questions about Skyhold, now that the walls of expectation, however low it was in the first place, had been blown off their foundations.

What little he knew of D&D sprung to mind, but what else could be expected when you brought dragons and Iron Bull into a situation. Raylan lifted and pointed one finger but didn't interrupt, even turning that hand in concession that yes, good - Dragons here would be the worst cherry on top the shit pie.

"Good to know that capitalism is alive and well-" He almost said 'Universially' but that wasn't quite accurate was it. Multiversially? Was that even a word? 'Keep' was a word he understood in context, but it didn't drag him far from his first D&D foundational understanding. The best anyone could ask for, really. "I-uh.."

He had questions.

But first, moonshine. Raylan gestured for Dorian to wait and he drained his glass with a gentle hiss before pouring another and leaning onto his side of the bar, one hand left up for the gesturing that he couldn't help. "'Keep' makes you sound like you're out of some kinda Medieval age which 'Dragons' doesn't help but - 'Your arsenal'. Might I ask what types of things are in your arsenal?"

Weapons was something else he was interested in, generally speaking. Useful tools.