sending crystal;

[inagutterson]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Yngvi
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Dwarf stuff
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Kirkwall; lurking about some dark corner
NOTES: possible tw for questionable child-rearing and discussions of violence

Right, gotta ask since it's been nigglin' me like a loose tooth for a bit now Inquisition, what d'you all know about dwarves? Rifters you don't get a free pass unless you fell out the skies yesterday, s'not like we're a rare sight but, y'know, 'specially since we've been here a while now and-- [there's a little edge to his voice, he coughs to clear that, can't sound like he gives a shit, just the damp and the smoke lingering yeah?] you've been with lots of dwarves. Lot of my family even!

Might get invited to Sunday dinner if you play your cards right but word to the wise, maybe don't? Politely decline. But not too polite yeah? [Don't know what you'll be served on a Darktown dinner table do you now?]

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[el_tybs]

[On his end Sam winces, holding the crystal a bit further from his face as the bitter words come charging over the device. He listens, but honestly he's trying to pay attention to what's behind the words. Even if he cannot follow everything Yngvi says, he can definitely feel the anger and pain being vented.

Though their lives are vastly different, there are definite similarities. Something to keep in mind, but right now it was probably best not to keep poking that particular subject. That isn't what this was all about after all.]

Invaded again? ... You mean the Inquisition?

[He's not going to comment about 'family dinners sound nice'. Even if it's something he wants, he's not sure if it's a good thing in this case?]

[inagutterson]

[Yngvi doesn't feel better for it. Just as hurt. As empty. Standing on the border of where Lowtown meets Darktown waiting as faces pass him by but Sam hasn't tried to justify things. He's done better than most people and Yngvi's almost embarrassed over how grateful he is for that.]

Is what it is. People I know, places I go? That's how they're seein' it. A thing they didn't ask for showin' up and movin' in and changin' things without anyone botherin' to ask 'em how they feel.

[Family dinner with the Carta isn't a family dinner. It's being trapped with no way out because you know there isn't one. There won't ever be one if your way out still dragged you back here in the end.]

[el_tybs]

I suppose someone is always going to feel that way...

[Unfortunately there wasn't a way to appease every single person, though this was the first time hearing their arrival as an invasion.]

And what about you, Yngvi? You feel that it is an invasion? I'm pretty sure we came with permission and the only reason we even came was because we needed a place further north to start fighting against Corypheus's forces.

[inagutterson]

Seneschal's permission. He's not the Viscount, Qunari lopped his head off, his arse is just keepin' that seat toasty for the next one who comes along. 'Sides permission from someone sitting on a high seat signing things from behind a desk? Doesn't mean a whole place agrees.

Could go ask around in Orlais if you fancy putting that one to the test. [Carta doesn't always sign off on shit either but Yngvi's not going to go telling people how that one works because it's not for outsiders to know.] I'm one of the Boneflayers, Asher died but we wanted to honour the contract and see it through, I'm the one that took that up.

[Or that's the story people that aren't Gwen and Wren get.]

[el_tybs]

[Sam sighs lightly on his end. That didn't really answer his question, but it sounded like the bottom line was that Yngvi was honoring Asher's wishes. This was no longer 'questions about dwarves', this was turning into something else.]

I agree, not everyone is going to agree or like it, but can't change that we're here now. All we can do is try and help each other at this time...

I'm sorry that people got hurt during it, that you lost some in the process.