faderift | ( open ) one shitlord arrives

WHO: Antonio Stark and you
WHAT: Arrival in Skyhold
WHEN: 16 Harvestmere
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: n/a

Gates
Most people of a certain level of wealth and/or nobility would have sent word ahead of their arrival to make sure the Inquisition would have been suitably prepared for someone of their standing. Antonio did no such thing, he found it much more amusing to watch people scramble. Instead he and his retinue rode up to the gates with no fanfare other than the spectacle he naturally was. Dressed in the finest and latest of Antivan styles he instantly stands out from his well-equipped, but far more modestly dressed guards.

"I thought this place would be bigger."

He climbs off his horse and walks away leaving the care of the horse to his retinue. He's got bigger things to do like waving over the first person he sees.

"Hey you. Come here!"

Tavern
While he had someone off securing accommodations and other little details he didn't care to know of, Antonio decided to pass the time with a bit of alcohol. His guards watch unobtrusively from the sides while he stands to his full-not-so-impressive height with a small crowd around him. Approaching makes it clear why he's attracted a crowd.

"Five gold coins to the person with the best story! Come on, who thinks they'll get lucky today."

Although it was even odds that everyone walked away with heavier pockets or he changed his mind and decides he's not interested any more.

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Where else do you find a surface dwarf other than the tavern? (Well actually, if you're this one you've maybe been guarding the door of your chosen lady of late but even he gets thirsty, and she does have a guard dog in training so he can slip off. The tavern is closer than the Undercroft, he can combat roll his way back to her faster from here.) One nug happens to be poking out from Yngvi's pocket, and that's just par for the course these days; it's all the rage up in the Avvar holds, don't you know.

"What're you in the mood for? Kirkwall legends, Carta tales or mercenary stories? I've got them all." And you'd best take them with a mountain of salt, because Yngvi likes his past to be a multiple choice affair.

Nugs are creepy little naked things, but as long as it stays on him it'll be fine. Although Antonio won't stand any closer, not that he particularly gets close to people in the first place.

"Let's go with a Carta tale." He still gets a vindictive pleasure in hearing about the crime syndicate that gives his father and his kind trouble.

So are humans. Or they have them. Yngvi is the right height to see a lot of weird human naked bits okay and you lot are just bizarre. Stroganugg settles himself to have a sniff, nibbling at some sort of leftovers Yngvi waves in the vague direction of the nug's mouth as he tips his head back, trying to think of just the right one for it. One that won't potentially get picked up and have the family asking what he thinks he's playing at, running his mouth.

"So this is back when all the doglords came flooding in and ruined Kirkwall. Just wholesale ruined the place, can't get the smell of them out of the place yeah? And I mean the Qunari were right after but at least they weren't tramping dog shit everywhere with them and that's about all doglords are bloody good for." He's not bitter, he shouts bitterly, with a bitter expression, from the tallest thing he can climb most days. "We were sorting out some deliveries, all strictly legitimate you understand, legit as legit gets."

Spoiler: it was so far from legit you can't even imagine, legit might as well be Orlais and wherever they were on the other side of the Sea of Ash. That level of nonsense. Or at least how Yngvi is telling it.

"You know about how Kirkwall was always a bit weird even before some upjumped doglord's friend blew up the Chantry, right?" He stops himself just to check. That bit is crucial to setting the scene after all.

It's all very wink wink nudge nudge, but Antonio gets the picture. He'll also be nice and not judge him for it or pass any of this on to the authorities.

"Are you trying to tell me there was something to actually ruin in Kirkwall? That place was a shithole long before the Blight." By the sounds of it, this dwarf is from Kirkwall and Antonio is still going to badmouth the city because... well, it's all true. It's literally called the City of Chains, that was just morbid.

"How dare you, Kirkwall is a saint, even the rats have royalty in Kirkwall." Do you want to meet a rat king and all his sons, he can arrange that but seeing as it's not coming from a doglord, it gets a pass. If it was a doglord Yngvi would probably be swinging a beartrap which is something he just figured out how to do so he's eager to do it again now he's got the hang of it.

(It's really hard to clean the undead out of a beartrap. He's still picking bits out of the teeth and the hinges.)

"Talking about business getting ruined on account of how they had no money, started taking all the jobs from decent folk, and took the food right out your mouth. Served them right if sometimes you made sure they got the bad beef that hadn't even seen a cow. But I'm getting away with myself. You know about Kirkwall at least so there we were: me, my less handsome, less charming brother the alchemist, one of our numerous uncles and assorted others. Some noble fop asks us to make sure a shipment gets to him and not another noble fop, and it's meant to be going to Starkhaven so we think no, can't be up to much if it's headed that way, what interesting things ever came or went from there. Whole place is miserable."

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