[ A flip of his hand, a cant of his head. But: very well. If giving her a story will settle her down, then so be it. ]
In the far-far east of Ferelden, out by the sea, there's a blighted and blasted Bannorn called Dragonmount. The Rutyer family have been the Banns of Dragonmount ever since our barbarian ancestors took up the familial cudgel and smashed the first skulls. The Rutyers are almost as randy as they are brutal and mad, and so there are many of us, and as such, my father - youngest son of the prior generation - was penniless, and I grew up penniless. I offended with my fey and wanton ways, et cetera et cetera, was cut off from the familial non-fortune, et cetera et cetera, took shelter during the Blight instead of taking up arms, hence coward, fled to Orlais, so on and so forth, had adventures in low places, and now I am here.
[ He spreads his hands. A lot of information that actually says very little. ]
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[ A flip of his hand, a cant of his head. But: very well. If giving her a story will settle her down, then so be it. ]
In the far-far east of Ferelden, out by the sea, there's a blighted and blasted Bannorn called Dragonmount. The Rutyer family have been the Banns of Dragonmount ever since our barbarian ancestors took up the familial cudgel and smashed the first skulls. The Rutyers are almost as randy as they are brutal and mad, and so there are many of us, and as such, my father - youngest son of the prior generation - was penniless, and I grew up penniless. I offended with my fey and wanton ways, et cetera et cetera, was cut off from the familial non-fortune, et cetera et cetera, took shelter during the Blight instead of taking up arms, hence coward, fled to Orlais, so on and so forth, had adventures in low places, and now I am here.
[ He spreads his hands. A lot of information that actually says very little. ]