[Varric can just about guess from context that Krakau have shallow prisons, but he appreciates the second after she says that where she pauses, face twisting, and goes to explain.] I can confirm that I'm at least an inch or two deep.

[He only considers afterwards that perhaps that was some very bizarre innuendo, but oh well.]

Got it.

[But as he's holding it, he jumps violently at the sound of the handheld drill.]

I'm never going to get used to this shit. [But he's grinning - he kind of honestly loves that the technology here might be outstripping the magic. It's cool.]

What kind of a pest problem are we talking about?