Ahead of them, the Inquisitor struggles to put her recently acquired gears into the mechanism of a door. They manage to fit them together well enough to push the door open, and they press on.

"No hints. That rather defeats the purpose of the questions. I will say, though, if you have to start any of your answers with 'technically', I'm going to call an early end to the game."

Dorian crosses one arm over his chest to prop up an elbow, and he continues to tap against the cloth over his lips in thought. "Let's see. Is it an object?"