Some people make part of their living by running their mouths, and Yngvi is one of those people, talking himself in and out of trouble with plenty of shaking it all about in the middle. "Bet I could get people to drink it if I called it a rare vintage though. You know Orlesians will drink anything if they think someone will envy them for doing it. And it's better than dwarven anything."


Not that he's been to sample it from the source but people bring it up, and Yngvi has tried it, and Yngvi has thrown it at them because it's only fit to be weaponised. Seriously, just flood the Diamond Quarter with it, rise up, rise up.

"City elves are surprisingly sturdy, my boss is one and she's from Halamshiral, never met a tougher lady in all me years and that's counting the ones what raised me. Qunari wardens would be fucking dull though. They're so serious. You ever in Kirkwall to meet a proper qunari? The most sour bunch you'll ever meet with few exceptions once they leave it or unless they never had it." Because he does know that intricacy thanks to Kirkwall and a long friendship with Korrin via Asher. "An Avvar though. They're the best for hurling folk about, they hurl themselves about all the time."