Yngvi is a filth demon who adopted the surname Asher gave him, he is the last person to judge for most things, and the things he does judge for are generally nonsensical. Or related to Orzammar, nobles, or the Dalish being super haughty because Yngvi thinks halla tastes great if you barbecue it.

"I think not, I have good eyes, I have fantastic eyes, I have the best eyes because I make traps so they have to be good." Why yes, this is what passes as flawless logic as far as he's concerned, wanna fight about it? "D'you know how many girls get called Helga? Or Olga. You'd call a draft horse that, not your daughter but then you want to see what some of the merchant's guild lasses look like…" Behold: the words of a filth demon.

Anyway, moving on, moving on. "What're you doing here anyway, thought you were a million miles off somewhere else. That was the plan at the time. Remember there was coin changed hands. I roughed up some blokes. Greased a few wheels. And now. Here. The heart of it all. Witherstalk coming out of your arse - who needs that much, thought folk were fighting a war up here."