I thought you had a big fancy university in your country. What do they teach you? People like to go on about it when you fondle the statues.
[He fondled some statues. They were handsome and/or beautiful statues. He was three sheets to the wind and then some.]
Right, they don't have dogs in Orzammar, but if they did then it'd be the Diamond Quarter lot just riding them. All day. Mowing down the locals. Like-- so chevaliers go into the alienage, or they did, I went in on my way here, slapped some funky tree someone had planted that I don't think anyone had pissed on yet? But imagine that, with dogs, and more dust. And face brands. You get the picture.
But they have nugs in Orzammar. Lots of nugs. Just buried in nugs in places, can't walk two steps without booting a nug, and how they roll in it, the height of luxury. [Trust him. He's a dwarf. He knows these arcane dwarven secrets.] And who are you to judge, less weird than cutting about in a mask all day, and thinking quillback spines were cool.
Darktown just smells. Smells real. Alive. You ever want to know what the real world smells like I'll give you the guided tour, did all the good growing there.
[Like a small potato. Had to sprout up from the filth you know. Not everyone had silverite spoons up their arses sir!!!]
i apologise profusely for him
[He fondled some statues. They were handsome and/or beautiful statues. He was three sheets to the wind and then some.]
Right, they don't have dogs in Orzammar, but if they did then it'd be the Diamond Quarter lot just riding them. All day. Mowing down the locals. Like-- so chevaliers go into the alienage, or they did, I went in on my way here, slapped some funky tree someone had planted that I don't think anyone had pissed on yet? But imagine that, with dogs, and more dust. And face brands. You get the picture.
But they have nugs in Orzammar. Lots of nugs. Just buried in nugs in places, can't walk two steps without booting a nug, and how they roll in it, the height of luxury. [Trust him. He's a dwarf. He knows these arcane dwarven secrets.] And who are you to judge, less weird than cutting about in a mask all day, and thinking quillback spines were cool.
Darktown just smells. Smells real. Alive. You ever want to know what the real world smells like I'll give you the guided tour, did all the good growing there.
[Like a small potato. Had to sprout up from the filth you know. Not everyone had silverite spoons up their arses sir!!!]