Tug. Tug was a dwarf with few words for strangers, and choice words for friends. He was a strange fit in Orlais, but he never offered a reason for why he left his home. I had accepted his company and friendship knowing he would share what he wanted in his own good time.
He laughed when I first asked about the silk kerchiefs. We'd be in some noble's vault pocketing gems, and Tug would be rummaging the linens. They were his practical luxury, because "one can never be sure of toiletries while traveling." He once said, far too loudly, that he'd spoiled himself and "lost his callus," but I suspect that may have been for Sketch's blanching reaction.