The amusement grows as she continues to fail to say the name right.
"I'd tell you it's not that hard to say the word, but I'm biased. That's my native tongue. My poor, poor native tongue." It's easier to tease her when Adelaide isn't right there, when he doesn't have a very confusing mess of feelings going on.
"And my favorite memory of being in the Wardens..." He trails off and considers for a few moments before smiling faintly. "It was after we'd gotten back from a particularly nasty stint in the Deep Roads. The first really bad one for many. None of us were in a good mood; there'd been complications, a lot of injuries." Velanna's sister possibly enslaved to a Darkspawn.
"At first it was just quiet drinking, but then someone started singing. They weren't good, and Oghren told them so before he joined in. Now Oghren, you should know, had the worst singing voice I've heard in my life. Dwarf, drunk, not a care in the world what the tune or words should be, imagine that and you've got some of the picture. A few tables got shoved back, someone started pulling out instruments and I don't want to imagine where they'd been keeping those, and it turned into an impromptu... thing. Celebration of the fact that we were alive. It was the... It was the first time since I was very young that I felt like I belonged. That I had people." A family, though he can't really say the words. Now he has a family. The one that day had pretty much ignored what was going on that lead to him being forced out, though.
"For you, what's one that didn't go that well, but you wouldn't change even if you could?"
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"I'd tell you it's not that hard to say the word, but I'm biased. That's my native tongue. My poor, poor native tongue." It's easier to tease her when Adelaide isn't right there, when he doesn't have a very confusing mess of feelings going on.
"And my favorite memory of being in the Wardens..." He trails off and considers for a few moments before smiling faintly. "It was after we'd gotten back from a particularly nasty stint in the Deep Roads. The first really bad one for many. None of us were in a good mood; there'd been complications, a lot of injuries." Velanna's sister possibly enslaved to a Darkspawn.
"At first it was just quiet drinking, but then someone started singing. They weren't good, and Oghren told them so before he joined in. Now Oghren, you should know, had the worst singing voice I've heard in my life. Dwarf, drunk, not a care in the world what the tune or words should be, imagine that and you've got some of the picture. A few tables got shoved back, someone started pulling out instruments and I don't want to imagine where they'd been keeping those, and it turned into an impromptu... thing. Celebration of the fact that we were alive. It was the... It was the first time since I was very young that I felt like I belonged. That I had people." A family, though he can't really say the words. Now he has a family. The one that day had pretty much ignored what was going on that lead to him being forced out, though.
"For you, what's one that didn't go that well, but you wouldn't change even if you could?"