[Yes. If you asked Yngvi. Or no. Or sometimes. Or Tuesdays at three o'clock sharp but not two minutes before or two minutes after unless the shadow of a dragon has passed over you in which case once and never again. Always keep them guessing because then it's the most natural it'll never be, only one man has the script unless they're Carta or Boneflayer. (Not Carta now, can't trust any of them now.)
He doesn't roll his eyes but the rest of his face twitches like he does, waiting for the penny to drop.]
What you talking to them about? And you can talk to them if they work if you make sure you buy something and make it worth their while, might need to watch what their master's like if they've got one, one or two don't, one or two have masters what don't care but most get snippy and a few are pricks who'll take it out on them. [What he'd give for Liadan and Melisende about now.]
Right, well, make sure it doesn't get back to her yeah? Fuckin' unbearable dictating like her arse is polishing a throne and she's allegedly in charge of me like that's happening, no one's in charge of me 'cept me and my battlemaster. [Curling his lip, Yngvi coils up on his toes like he might bite that finger.
(Your finger and the rest of the hand are safe. Best believe you don't want a fight bite from this one.)]
Why d'you-- contacts and associates, I don't have friends, I'm not some soft...some soft lordling from Orlais all scented water and statue fondling thinking that the word my family uses for elf is better than the one the peasants and doglords use, I'm from here. I know Darktown. Know the alienage because it's not so different really. [And, because he can't help it, the tiniest sullen mutter:] Not that anyone bloody knows.
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He doesn't roll his eyes but the rest of his face twitches like he does, waiting for the penny to drop.]
What you talking to them about? And you can talk to them if they work if you make sure you buy something and make it worth their while, might need to watch what their master's like if they've got one, one or two don't, one or two have masters what don't care but most get snippy and a few are pricks who'll take it out on them. [What he'd give for Liadan and Melisende about now.]
Right, well, make sure it doesn't get back to her yeah? Fuckin' unbearable dictating like her arse is polishing a throne and she's allegedly in charge of me like that's happening, no one's in charge of me 'cept me and my battlemaster. [Curling his lip, Yngvi coils up on his toes like he might bite that finger.
(Your finger and the rest of the hand are safe. Best believe you don't want a fight bite from this one.)]
Why d'you-- contacts and associates, I don't have friends, I'm not some soft...some soft lordling from Orlais all scented water and statue fondling thinking that the word my family uses for elf is better than the one the peasants and doglords use, I'm from here. I know Darktown. Know the alienage because it's not so different really. [And, because he can't help it, the tiniest sullen mutter:] Not that anyone bloody knows.