Con nodded quickly. Pulling the bottle from it's containers
"Now you're talking." He popped open the bottle, and set it on his table, setting out a tankard fro each of them, he set to work filling the mugs up. He didn't feel too sentimental in this place, it was purchased with money paid from the job where he was hired to be seduced, it was where his wife had poisoned him, but it had also made him feel some what like life had gotten back to some kind of normalcy after his parents had died, he was still living in a little house in Denerim as he had been for much of his youth. That was over now. Conlan didn't know what his future held, but he was only willing to spare a passing glance back toward his past before moving on. He raised his mug and looked toward his friend.
"To better days. Let's hope they weren't solely confined to before the last Blight."