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Not to worry, I have a permit
WHO: Asher Hardie; open
WHAT: Catch-all for the latter half of the month
WHEN: June/Justinian (feel free to backdate prior to him being off to the Storm Coast for the mission)
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Probably language, I'll edit if anything in particular comes up and note it in subject lines
WHAT: Catch-all for the latter half of the month
WHEN: June/Justinian (feel free to backdate prior to him being off to the Storm Coast for the mission)
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Probably language, I'll edit if anything in particular comes up and note it in subject lines
i; Fighting with dogs 101
Since going off on a mission alongside Mal and Jayne with Bronson along, and because Asher's never gone into a single battle without his hound at his side, he nails a few notices up and leaves a message with whoever happens to be in charge of the kennels. Anyone looking to learn how to fight with a hound at their side, come look for Asher Hardie. Shouldn't be too hard given the reputation in all honesty, and that a few folks might just say 'follow the noise' or 'follow the smell'.
He does point out that it's fighting with dogs. Not fighting with dogs. Important distinction since Mal Reynolds and Korrin Ataash exist. But anyone that approaches is welcome, Bronson giving them a good sniff because that's his right.
"You might think you know how to do this, but me and Bronson? We've been living this life for a long time, there's more than a few things we can show you."
ii; Avvar Culture 101
Now he might not be a full-blooded Avvar (and his mother might think that Asher clings tight to that side of the family out of spite) but it's the part of the family that accepts Asher for Asher, the part that doesn't go trying to change him, that's always made him welcome. The loud part, the wild part.
Where they happen tends to vary; sometimes by the stables, sometimes by the healers tents, sometimes in the valley camp by the little sprawling collection of tents painted in different colours and designs but all with kaddis in the valley camp that popped up like mushrooms after rain when the Boneflayers arrived.
Some of it is quite frankly scandalous. Particularly the parts that can easily be overheard about just how unwelcome Templars are in the hold and how few shits are given about Andraste herself in particular.
iii; tavern
All that training makes a man work up a thirst, and Asher's still had a cough that seems to keep rattling around in the bottom of his lungs since he got back, one he's not managed to shake off. Most evenings find him in the tavern, usually with his mabari sprawled beneath a table, always willing to regale someone with a tale or two if they're willing to get the first ale in.
iv;
[Wildcard; choose your own adventure here and I'll roll with it!]
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"My grandfather's from honey badger hold." Grandfather, not Asher exactly though he's counted but well, he wasn't born there because his mother likes to deny the blood in her veins. Would probably deny Asher if she could. "Don't know if you'd know it, s'only a small one, one of the ones lucky to the survive the Blight."
Bronson for his part wants to investigate, ambling over to give Lexa a good sniff. Satisfied that she doesn't smell wrong or like someone dangerous, he leans against her; good solid girl, she can handle a mabari leaning the bulk of his weight on her no problem.
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The dog is heavier than expected, and she is lighter than she sometimes seems, but luckily warrior reflexes prevent her from being tipped off-balance by the sudden lean. She tips her head down to look at the beast and after a moment, scratches fingertips behind his ears. Good dog. She doesn't even need to bend down to reach his head.
"It chose not to be part of my coalition. But it was small, and its leaders reasonable." And so she allowed it to remain free, she does not say; it's not a courtesy she extended to every hold. Most of those now under her control came willingly, one way or another, but a few needed particularly forceful persuasion.
She glances up at him through her lashes to see what reaction these words earn from him. Her reputation generally precedes her among the Avvar, and these trips to Skyhold are the only time she has ever really spent with people not her own. It's been odd. Also odd: how friendly this dog is. Her guards, accompanying her at a sort-of discreet distance, may be eyeing it warily, but she brushes them off with a look and pats his side.
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Bronson, being of the disposition of any animal that didn't know any kindness until he suddenly knew nothing but an abundance of it keeps leaning, rubbing his head up into her hand as his good eye closes in utter rapture, good lady, good pets, he's a happy dog today.
"It chose," Asher echoes, thinking about it because nothing she's said is a lie. "Not much to gain from having it with you, but cheers. For not doing anything since it would've been a bad trip home and I've got the whole crew. Two ex-Carta dwarves and a mage that likes to set everything on fire. You've got an awful lot of hair that'd go up fast but Yngvi would maybe try to propose to settle it all without violence. Gunnar's idea. He thinks he's charming." People smile all the time but whenever an animal shows their teeth, it's a form of aggression, but there probably aren't animal behaviourists in Thedas.
After all, that hold has his grandfather. And his grandmother. His wife that isn't his wife now since the time ran out but he looks at her again more carefully because it's a small hold just like she said so there aren't very many little ones running around. "A man does wonder why all the bullshit, that was very…Orlesian of you."