Heaving a sigh, Yngvi does go to roll up his sleeves but then he remembers that it's cold and immediately rethinks that strategy, folding his arms as he adopts his most charming of smiles.

Used to be the Templar smile before they started changing their colours, getting a bit too stab-happy for his liking.

"You related to the de Launcets?" Humans are so hard to tell apart at times, or Yngvi likes to say that as often as he can get away with it. "Look I'm not taking it away for good, s'not that kind of thing, just need to make sure everything is safe and secure - you know what parties like this are like, can't trust folk up here. Not with Fereldans about."