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Tomwise held many secrets in his career as a pharmacist. Poisons that left the victim feeling just great right up until the time they keeled over. Bombs that released shit, literally, leaving the victim uninjured but disgusted enough to allow a quick getaway. Guarding the secrets behind these innovations was an essential part of his success, and the oddly-bent fingers he had to show for it were well worth it.
The deepest secret Tomwise kept was that he had a sense of humour – odd perhaps for the man who invented shit-bombs, but his unsmiling demeanour and the deadly nature of his offerings was an understandable distraction. So when Tomwise asked Hawke “Have ye got any Dalish in ye?”, Hawke had actually said “No, although we always wondered about cousin Revka, we figured having a fling with an elf would be - ” before he realised what he'd just been asked. Thankfully for Hawke's reputation, Tomwise kept that secret as well.