"I know that sometimes they used to have mages entertain people but I don't see what's so entertaining about it. I mean, it's funny watching someone running around in a fight because Amalia's set them on fire and they run into the next bloke and the next, and then there's arrows, and then I've laid down traps and Ash--" He cuts himself off fast enough he bites down hard on his tongue, mouth filling with blood that he turns to the side and spits out, rubbing a hand over his face, smile still almost the same. "Templars are only good for when they want more of the good sweet blue, and even then you need to watch 'em."
Some of the folk Yngvi knows met bad ends from Templars wanting that stuff. He doesn't really trust an awful lot of folk. Might like them, might stick to them like a limpet, but doesn't trust them.
Snorting, he recovers himself, edging closer to Ponce with mabari crunch because it was always a habit to have that. Because there was Bronson and Yngvi has never been in the habit of emptying his pockets. Doesn't look like a dog but she says it is, and he misses the old boy something rotten even if it's best for all if Aura's got him, safe up in a mountain with him. "Yeah well, that's nobles and the Chantry, all corrupt as each other, cut into it and it might look nice and shiny as a new apple but it's black and rotten in the middle, heaving with worms. Me? Got caught once. Said I was a half Dalish on account of the good looks and that my clan would come hunting me down, I'll be the one to lead them to Arlathan again because I know where the lyrium is even topside. Let me go fast after that."
Yngvi got caught once. Bit the Templar so hard that the man lost two fingers from an infection and almost the whole hand. Ran like the Void itself were chasing him and got praised by the gruffest dwarf. Didn't get any supper though, on account of being caught. Fair is fair after all.
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Some of the folk Yngvi knows met bad ends from Templars wanting that stuff. He doesn't really trust an awful lot of folk. Might like them, might stick to them like a limpet, but doesn't trust them.
Snorting, he recovers himself, edging closer to Ponce with mabari crunch because it was always a habit to have that. Because there was Bronson and Yngvi has never been in the habit of emptying his pockets. Doesn't look like a dog but she says it is, and he misses the old boy something rotten even if it's best for all if Aura's got him, safe up in a mountain with him. "Yeah well, that's nobles and the Chantry, all corrupt as each other, cut into it and it might look nice and shiny as a new apple but it's black and rotten in the middle, heaving with worms. Me? Got caught once. Said I was a half Dalish on account of the good looks and that my clan would come hunting me down, I'll be the one to lead them to Arlathan again because I know where the lyrium is even topside. Let me go fast after that."
Yngvi got caught once. Bit the Templar so hard that the man lost two fingers from an infection and almost the whole hand. Ran like the Void itself were chasing him and got praised by the gruffest dwarf. Didn't get any supper though, on account of being caught. Fair is fair after all.