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WHO: Yngvi, open
WHAT: A night of regret or Yngvi has attempted to cope and has a night off from that, it goes about as well as expected
WHEN: 22nd/23rd Bloomingtide (evening through small hours)
WHERE: Kirkwall; Hanged Man, various points in the streets, ends up in the Gallows (will possibly detour if you desire)
NOTES: Yngvi's been MIA until pretty much now, perhaps glimpsed in the company of other dwarves but definitely not around Inquisition turf. So. He resurfaces. In grand fashion. Warnings; heavy drinking, drug use (shrooms), language. Yngvi and growing up carta but for real.

The Hanged Man
Joking, well 'joking' aside, family is family and thus family are entitled to sizeable portions of your life and your person as they see fit to carve off for themselves, or so it goes in Kirkwall and the Carta, or how it goes in the part of the Kirkwall Carta Yngvi's been part of all his life until Asher Hardie plucked him and Gunnar from it and took off with them.

Figured that if he did wade back in, there'd be Asher. But no. Just an Inquisition that tosses them at red lyrium and the Gallows and--

And family that welcome him with the sort of open arms Yngvi was expecting. Swallowing him whole into Darktown but after the Gallows it's almost pleasant. Familiar at least. Things don't change. Same damp and iron tang catching in the back of his throat, same hacking coughs, the shadows that watch you same as the ones where he is right now. The Hanged Man with that aroma of piss and vomit should help clear the worst of it. Maybe. Missed a few things and the hair of the dog turned into something else at the announcement. Everything feels like his eyes got swapped in a trade he wants to take back but he can't he can't he can't and do he laughs into his pint about Dalish and Orzammar then laughs again.

Undercity crawl
Eventually The Hanged Man gets a bit too close to nostalgic. He's off. Stuffing something in his face that certainly isn't on their menu but fuck it, it's his. Ain't got much what is so why not? Either you're coming with him out of a misguided sense of responsibility, wanting to see where this mess goes or you're the unfortunate soul a drunk dwarf has staggered right into.

Gallows chaser
All good things come to an end and part of Yngvi knows he does have a place to rest his head. Mess that he is.

Hi Gallows he's back did you miss him? He's maybe missing some clothes but that's neither here nor there now is it? Ignore his call to his lady that's not for your peasant ears.

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Rey isn't particularly afraid to be out in Kirkwall after dark. Even without the two lightsabers on her belt and the large white mabari that has become her shadow, this city feels like something close to home for her.

She hasn't seen Yngvi in a while, though that could be just as much her fault as his as she's also been scarce, so when he runs right into her it's a little of a surprise, and it takes a second and an offended "Oi!" for her to realize she recognizes the dwarf. Once she does, annoyance melts away a little into concern.

"Yngvi? Are you all right?"

Stupid to get attached to people, especially rifters who could be here today and gone tomorrow and perhaps might one day be revealed to be demons or spirits or perhaps some sort of highly advanced fade slug squelching around in skin but has anyone accused Yngvi of being particularly bright? No. No they have not. Not in recent memory.

His memory isn't really extending far beyond three pints ago unless he strains sometimes right now so don't take that for gospel. (Why would you ever with this one?)

"Rey!" He beams once he's not about to go tipping over, names and faces in that place that don't really get to go dull out of necessity. Something sharp might get stuck in him if he ever forgot those so you train that into someone very young, very small. "I am grand. Had dinner. Supper. Drinks. Chewy drinks. And gifts."

Yngvi's assurances that he's grand don't really soothe the look of concern off Rey's face. She opens her mouth for a moment like she's about to ask a question before thinking better of it and shaking her head.

"You look like you can barely stand. C'mon, I'll walk you home." Because she clearly couldn't have his being found dead in a ditch somewhere on her conscience.

"Home?" Yngvi mouths it first. Repeats it three more times for good measure. Slowly. "I'm home."

This is home. This is Kirkwall and it raised him so that makes it home, doesn't it? Now he's back again, sort of slipped out of the lowest parts of the undercity and below again but everything the light just about skims the surface of to give different sorts of shadows, that's home.

"Whole city is home-- Rey I never took you on the tour!" And his whole face crumples because why didn't he? Oh- wait. Wait it's coming back to him, let him just...yes. Yes there it is, playing that back for the audience right now, it's a live instant replay folks. "Abducted me, bastards, s'why."

She would have blamed herself for his not showing her around, considering she'd been moping and not excellent company since realizing Obi-Wan was gone, however Yngvi's words made that thought die before it reached her lips.

"Abducted you? Who abducted you?" Her brow furrows, her mouth half open like she's unsure entirely what to make of that, but if someone abducted Yngvi she's perfectly willing to track them down now and show them her lightsabers up close. Even if he's clearly escaped. It's the principle of the thing. She doesn't like slavers or kidnappers.

What is intended as a gentle gesture to convey 'we're in Kirkwall and I'm a dwarf from the Carta so shh it's all good' is a bit heavy on the sleeve flapping flail instead. A lot of noise and motion that he has to course correct for and he staggers, spins around in a full circle then stares because where-- right Rey. Yes.

"Family things, prodigal son returns from where he's been for the past-- so they just. Show up. In my life." Something hiccupy gets into his throat all of a sudden that he's been trying to drown most of the night, the Hanged Man didn't have enough booze or it didn't have the right booze or something about it wasn't working because it just kept rising up again, why isn't it working? "Didn't ask for this, bein' here. Again. Home."

Most people might cut off body parts to get to go home again. Yngvi would cut them off to never go back but they could well be the price of trying to get out of here again. Bits of himself left behind.

The concept of family being a bad thing is a little bit foreign to someone like Rey. She would give up anything to know who her family was, to feel like she truly belonged somewhere. Even if Maz Kanata had said her family would never return for her, she still wanted to know them. Know if they were still alive, or if the reason they'd never returned was because they were dead on some distant star.

The way Yngvi speaks though, makes it clear enough to her that not everyone feels this way.

"You didn't have to come here," she starts, slowly, shaking her head a little. "You could have said no, couldn't you?"

Family hurts in the end; him and Gunnar have the Carta, Nasir's got a twin he lost to the Crows and found again, apostates raising babies gives you Amalia, Melisende won't talk about bits of alienage life, Liadan nearly cracked under the loss of hers to the Chantry explosion and resulting chaos then there was Asher's whole mess. So. Yngvi would swerve it really. Only he learned all his tricks from them.

Turns out that he's not as good when he's playing with the same hand as everyone else.

"No. Asher," it's his voice that cracks on that name like it's been doing lately and he screws his face up. "Asher signed us on when he came. Then Asher died but we still wanted to honour the contract for him and the rest of us so I said I'd stay in Skyhold. Only we weren't staying in Skyhold but Melisende said you said you'd stay and Inquisition said 'we need dwarves' and here I am. Here. All the teeth and the bones."

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