"Awww, need to give him a bit. Once he doesn't think he's the emperor of Orlais or summat." Maybe life would be easier if Gaspard and Celene were this size and they could just kick them off a mountain along with all the nonsense. What a fine life that would be, yeah? "Course, Bronson was just a big lump, did as he was told. Shame he didn't have a few days with all my nugs, they'd have sorted him right out."

Stroganugg almost nods in agreement. Stroganugg is the wise one.

With a laugh, Yngvi swings up on his toes to be nearer a height with her because seriously, she's tall, is there something he can climb to be eye level around here? "Well they were three sheets to the wind so I don't know if they could even explain. Someone was asking for Petunia. Or was it Myrtle...some dreadful name. Said we'd be married in the spring but I mean what would I get out of that? Only marrying me for my lyrium and nothing else, me with some idiot that sells me his armour and skirts. Mind you, that's good stitching, so y'know, it's worth getting them out of it and running. People pay plenty for that sort of good quality stitching and fabric."